The one I turned down.
On Monday, as I wrote earlier, I received a phone message from the director of that Program and shelter. She said that she hoped I was still considering working there and that you knew I did not want to work full time there, but that she really wanted to get me on board there and would take even a single day each week, if I would agree to that.
I have not been able to talk to her since then, just lots of messages from both of us, and when I finally made contact yesterday with the manager of the advocates and our conversation was all "this is a nice opportunity" from me, and all "it is so great to have you with us" from her. We left it that I would just stop in this week or next week and talk to the director.
Whilst hanging out, making rubber band bracelets and washing stuff at the laundromat I received four calls from the shelter people. Four. By the third one B was telling me what my schedule would be for training and the days I would be working next week. It appears that someone decided that I was hired and the employment paperwork is ready and waiting for me.
I am sort of glad, sort of rattled and more than a little confused. However, I begin working there Monday afternoon, along with the other person they hired. I am wondering if she has had the same experience of being asked to think about working there and finding herself with a schedule. Kind of funny. Kind of touching and nice, too, because hesitation about me joining the staff seems to be non-existent. Next week should be interesting.
So far, at least for March, my schedule is alternate weekends, Saturday 12 hours, and Sunday 8 hours, second shift. If they keep me at that, it would be perfect because I would still have every other weekend for family stuff and napping.
This is going to be a tiny paycheck, non-profit agency and all that, but it is a paycheck. And, since it is doing exactly the work I want, trained and yearned to do, the whole thing is perfect. I am going to pay attention to what happens during the training and make sure that I communicate clearly and without any possibility of misunderstanding or misinterpretation that I really do not want more than a single day each week. Alternate weekends is the perfect part. No slippery-slope of increased hours or different days.
Lordy. I hope this works out well, because I want to work there.
Lots of good things happened this week, all spewing out since my big deal with my spiritual adviser last Thursday.
I got a lot of things done here at home. Man, it never gets old saying or writing home. Yeah.
I seem to have a new, part-time job.
Work is going well in that I am booked three weeks in advance, but I am still unable to find anyone who will volunteer to help out so that we can add another day of service.
Work is providing me with a parking lot card. That will save me close to $10.00 as week in parking meter costs.
I was asked to take over a DV support group meeting.
The agency that offered to let me give art and crafting opportunities, checked back with me to make sure that I still wanted to do it. It may have some budget available, too.
The lump in my face turned out to be a cyst on my parotid/salivary gland, probably from being ill for so long. Nothing to fret about. I just have to get healthier and the pain will magically go away.
I managed, after months of not making any progress, to clear up the messy mess my business had become. All is done, the business is officially closed and I do not owe the state any money.
A medium-sized binder clip is the perfect size to hold a blanket around your shoulders so that you can type and stay warm.
The best part of the week is the time I will be spending with the boys whilst I shoo their parents out to have an overnight celebration of their anniversary. The boys call it a sleepover, which I guess it is. We are going to have so much fun. I will be taking my bracelet loom and we will make all kinds of stuff. We will have lots of mac & cheese, many cheap hot dogs with squishy white bread buns. We will cook spaghetti and cut up a bunch of fruit and make pudding.
Tomorrow in drop-in Lab again and it looks to be a pretty full house. The big surprise will be that all of them have to create a job agent, with at least one on-line job aggregator site. It is pretty easy and it will greatly enhance their job searching. I set up ten samples on Wednesday and am thinking that I will created a tutorial after tomorrow and I learn what needs to be in it.
What else. I guess that it is nice to not have anything about which to complain or moan and groan. There was a time, last year, when I worried about coming to a point where I had no more problems to complain about. I shared that and someone called me to task about why I thought that other people never had problems of one kind or another. I did not defend myself back, but the focus of what I shared back then is that I was moving closer, all the time, to a place in my life where the traumatic crap would not be the determining stresser(s) in my life.
Life is so good. I am leaving one of the support groups I attend; I no longer need it, but, like anything, I can go back if I need to do so. I am coming to the close of my therapy sessions. My therapist has not said anything, but I know that it is near to time. Maybe I am wrong and I will need this stuff for longer, but maybe not. Another thing that I can go back to if needed.
Nice. Everything. Until something horrible happens.