Two years ago this upcoming October, I was standing on the sidewalk outside my uncle’s lanai, trying to keep a clear cell phone signal as I talked with a woman who wanted to interview me for a position back home. It was fall break, and we were in Florida. The interview would have to wait until I returned and consulted my calendar.
By the end of the month I had had the interview and felt pretty strongly that I would get the job. A second interview later and I was almost sure of it.
I started the job the week of Thanksgiving. But I didn’t quit the old one; I just downshifted to ultra-part-time.
For the past two years I’ve been working two jobs. But I knew, in the back of my head, that I wouldn’t want to work two jobs for long. And I mulled it over a lot. Ultimately I decided that I would quit the first job.
That was back at the first of the year; I am still at that job. What changed was a change in personnel, a family member that had worked for my company who was on the whole a very nice person, but somehow toxic to the office atmosphere. Once that person hied off for greener pastures the situation started to improve.
But dumb me with my big dumb mouth, I had already set some wheels in motion at Job #2. I confided in my boss that I was looking for more, that I was thinking of bailing on Job #1 completely but couldn’t because of the money factor, and would she keep her ear to the track to see if we could work something out.
And now she’s wanting to hire me part time, as a receptionist. But I’d have to give up my first job due to the hours.
Oh, the benefits are there. The stability is there. But the money will suck, because it’s not an increase in pay, and in reality I would be working fewer hours than what I currently am with two jobs. Plus what they would suck out for benefits, and I’d end up netting a lot less than what I’m pulling down right now. Which, let’s be honest here, is not setting the world on fire by any means. But less money is less money. It’s like when you have a car with a sunroof and then you buy another car that doesn’t have one. You miss it. Sure, you can live without it, but it’s a step back.
And that’s what this job offer is, in essence. A step back.
I started out my career 18 years ago as a general office worker. I’ve come a long way, baby.
Me and my big, dumb mouth. If I’d just kept all of the doubts I was having to myself, I wouldn’t be in this pickle.
Oh, but there’s more. Of course there is!
Job #1 is enticing me back with a whopping pay increase. And they want me back with more hours than I’m currently working there, but with a great deal of flexibility.
In the end, it’s a decision that’s being made based on the amount of money that I’ll be making, and the fact that Job #1 is a job that I’m good at and I love.
So this upcoming October, after fall break, two years after I set these wheels in motion to begin with, I will start back to just working one job, putting all my eggs in one basket.
May God have mercy on my soul.
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