It Should Be One Less Thing To Worry About

So, if I happen to get the job offer to be an Administrative Assistant, and if I choose to take it, a big worry I had was how long I’d have to stay at [Retail Job]. They post the schedule two weeks in advance, and I don’t want to have to finish those two weeks.

But, I did find out that the woman who’s job I took (she retired for greener pastures — she took a job at a factory), didn’t make it through her probationary period, and is now looking for time back at [Retail Job].

Score!

That is, if I get the job offer and if I take the job.

So far, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is pretty good, I haven’t gotten too far into it. It’s got my psychology-interest sensors, tingling. Right now, watching Dirt is giving me a good insight into high-functioning schizophrenia, which is pretty interesting, only in that it sort of makes me empathetic to their plight. Some of the scenes where the character is being driven mad by his visions are pretty maddening for the viewer.

But I digress.

My Job Interview, My Neurosis

I interviewed for an Administrative Assistant position at a company that repairs grocery carts. I was nervous about the interview, and I only relaxed after the question-and-answer portion and when it became conversational. They had me do a run-through test to set up a schedule in Word and a report in Excel. I think I did acceptable on both.

I guess the company liked what they saw, because they called the temp agency that I was going through and said as much. I’m going to assume that I’ll hear a real job offer (if there is one) on Monday.

But of course, a damper has been put on my good news.

In my frustration of not being able to get an interview with this company, I called my mother and asked for the number of her colleague in her networking group who works in a bank. I can become a teller part-time for $13/hour. (The job I interviewed for is full-time, $10/hour.) So now, my father is telling me to tell the company I interviewed for to wait until I may get an interview at the bank and then make my decision then.

So now, my mood is considerably dampened towards this job. For the first time in a long time, I looked forward to my life: I had hope that it was going to be more than me going to work, coming home, sitting on the internet (not that I don’t love talking to you, but still…), going to class, and Berea on Monday nights. I had the opportunity for evenings, and weekends, and trips out of town on those weekends, and going out with people on weeknights.

And now, my fear is that I won’t make enough money (Padre made a concerned noise at college graduates only making $10/hour) for my level of education, nor will I like the job (I’ve actually wanted to try being an administrative assistant for a while: it’s the type of detail-orientation that I love).

I’m back in the same apathetic position I was in before. I feel like I have to turn my nose up to a $3/hour raise and full-time hours and not working with customers and having weekends, evenings and holidays off, for the potential of making $13/hour part time For a job I don’t even know I’ll get, with the chance of losing an offer on the Administrative Assistant.

I was doing okay with the grown-up thing. I hate it again.