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May 2003
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Sara Jane is coming into town tonight and I'm sick. Sick! I actually feel a little better (yay Zicam! And yay for my Aunt for pushing it on me. Drug pusher!), but I'm still just wiped out. I'm slowly getting acclimated to the M-F work week and you'd think that I'd be less tired now that I'm not working 30+ hours a week on my feet, but you'd be wrong. For one, I haven't yet quit the Restaurant. I'm only on the schedule for Saturday nights but I've picked up a few shifts here and there since going part-time. This means that since April 14th I've only had two days off. I know that might not sound that bad if you work on a oil rig in the middle of the Gulf or something, but I'm a delicate flower, y'all. I need my free time. I just can't afford to quit yet. (Although I do look forward to that day with great anticipation.) It's hard to say, "No I would not like a hundred bucks a week for five extra hours of work." I'll quit when the benefits outweigh the emotional and physical costs, but we're not there yet. For some reason the people at Mastercard get really mad when you ignore your debt. Go figure. The new job, however, is going quit swimmingly. In a way it feels like I've always been there and that the past year of unemployed/underemployed/what-did-I-do-to-my-career craziness never even happened. And in other ways it feels like I'm dreaming, wasting my day in bed, late for a shift at the Restaurant. Y'all, I have an actual office. Maybe that's what makes it feel so surreal. It's such an Adult's job. There's a department assistant that I can ask to make copies and help me with mailings and such and I feel guilty approaching him. It wasn't so long ago that I whiled away afternoons at the copier - collating and stacking some mass mailing the Brand's stores. I can feel myself changing. I'm growing more confident and secure. Every time I answer the phone I feel more sure of myself and realize that I really do have an answer to whatever question may lie on the other end, and if I don't, I can find it. I realize now that everything was leading up to this and all the trials were just preparing me to start the next chapter. I'm happy and excited and ready for whatever is behind door number two. Maybe it's cookies.
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