I have now been out of work for almost three months (about 10 days shy of). I would have thought by now I would have figured out what my next move is. But, considering I have pondered what I am "meant to do" for probably 15 or more years now (perhaps my whole life), I don't know why I am surprised I am still clueless today.
It is weird how as things change in your life, so do you. What I mean is, right now my biggest priority is my child. I am determined to find a job that will allow me to spend the most amount of time possible with her. So that means a job with odd hours (like a 10 to 7 shift that my friend works or working on the weekends) is completely unappealing to me. Once Jordan starts school, I really want to be with her when she gets home from school, so we can work on homework together. And because I am so afraid that I won't find something like this, I have been unable to bring myself to apply for a job. Sigh.
Most people don't just walk into jobs with flexible hours; you usually have to work into or up to that. And that is just what I did at my last job (working four days). In today's economy, I cannot imagine saying to someone that I would need to leave by 5 p.m. most nights (4 would be better and a really great job would get me home by 3:30). No, you pretty much need to work your butt off, putting in the hours you can.
Which leads me to what I have been pondering lately--which is working at Jordan's school in the fall. I know this is kind of crazy; you don't just walk up to the priest and say you want a job there. But yet I have this little fantasy where that very thing happens. I told Brian maybe I could get a job as an aid, although I am guessing the pay would probably be something like $8, maybe $10 if I were lucky. That did not go over well with Brian, who misses our going out to dinner, buying stuff that we want, etc. It is funny to me, someone who has worried about money for years, that I am even considering such a low-paying endeavor.
Of course, this also goes against what I loved about my previous job, that I could come in late/leave early as needed. Kind of difficult to do that when you are in a school setting (in other words, going to a Steelers Super Bowl victory parade may be out of the question). But how I have felt the last month or so, is that I don't care about that.
My plan for now (if you can call it that) is to see what type of financial aid I get for Jordan's school. I am guessing little to none. And that will cause me to set up a meeting with my priest, during which I will explain my situation. I just filled out an application with the diocese for a background check, because I will be teaching vacation Bible school, so I am already on the right path.
We'll see. In the meantime, go Pens!
It is weird how as things change in your life, so do you. What I mean is, right now my biggest priority is my child. I am determined to find a job that will allow me to spend the most amount of time possible with her. So that means a job with odd hours (like a 10 to 7 shift that my friend works or working on the weekends) is completely unappealing to me. Once Jordan starts school, I really want to be with her when she gets home from school, so we can work on homework together. And because I am so afraid that I won't find something like this, I have been unable to bring myself to apply for a job. Sigh.
Most people don't just walk into jobs with flexible hours; you usually have to work into or up to that. And that is just what I did at my last job (working four days). In today's economy, I cannot imagine saying to someone that I would need to leave by 5 p.m. most nights (4 would be better and a really great job would get me home by 3:30). No, you pretty much need to work your butt off, putting in the hours you can.
Which leads me to what I have been pondering lately--which is working at Jordan's school in the fall. I know this is kind of crazy; you don't just walk up to the priest and say you want a job there. But yet I have this little fantasy where that very thing happens. I told Brian maybe I could get a job as an aid, although I am guessing the pay would probably be something like $8, maybe $10 if I were lucky. That did not go over well with Brian, who misses our going out to dinner, buying stuff that we want, etc. It is funny to me, someone who has worried about money for years, that I am even considering such a low-paying endeavor.
Of course, this also goes against what I loved about my previous job, that I could come in late/leave early as needed. Kind of difficult to do that when you are in a school setting (in other words, going to a Steelers Super Bowl victory parade may be out of the question). But how I have felt the last month or so, is that I don't care about that.
My plan for now (if you can call it that) is to see what type of financial aid I get for Jordan's school. I am guessing little to none. And that will cause me to set up a meeting with my priest, during which I will explain my situation. I just filled out an application with the diocese for a background check, because I will be teaching vacation Bible school, so I am already on the right path.
We'll see. In the meantime, go Pens!
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As for the school idea, I am guessing it is probably easier to get a job in a non-Catholic school. I spent about 30 minutes earlier this week filling out pages of questions just to get some clearance/registered with the diocese to teach vacation bible school. I also had to have a backgroud check. I could not remember all the previous addressed I have had since 1975. Wow!