I have adulthood, and it’s terminal.

Lemme just get this out, so I don’t have to deal with it anymore.

I applied for a second job — a morning/lunch shift at a sandwich shop called Potbelly — to put a cushion between myself and the fact that my current job gives me less than 20 hours a week, and I only make $8/hr. I basically bullied the manager into giving me a interview, then the day before the interview itself, my current job (a network of five parking garages downtown) takes on a new location, I get sent there to help them with the first day of business, and my fucking boss takes me aside and asks whether I wouldn’t like to transfer completely to that garage, to work on a near-full-time basis.


I do the interview the next day, it goes really well, the manager loves me, and we agree to set up a follow-up interview with another manager. I tell him I’ll call him about my availability over the next week as soon as I know my next schedule. A couple days later, I get that schedule. Monday through Friday — all five days of the week — six hours each day. That’s 30 hours in one week, from a job that was giving me 16 when I was lucky. I almost fainted. The only thing that made it more difficult to process was that all of those hours are at the new location. I’ll be there all week, learning at essentially the same curve as my supervisor. I sent two e-mails that morning while I bid good morning to monthly parkers as they carded in: one to the Potbelly manager, politely declining the job, and another to my boss, expressing my official interest in the new garage position. Later the same day, he took me aside again and had another short conversation with me about the new position. I am to keep my eyes open for the official posting of the position.

Meanwhile, I spent today watching a co-worker of mine being far more purposefully groomed for the position than myself, and it’s pissing me off. Equal opportunities, my ass.

The last bit of annoyance is this: Over the course of today, I was tipped off to another position elsewhere, and advised to check it out.

I’m not complaining about job opportunities, but I am more than overwhelmed by my own feelings of misdirection and confusion. I intend to go for both opportunities, but I’ve never dealt with an entanglement like this before, and I am feeling the pressure of it.

That’s all for now. I just needed to vent about the fact that I clearly have no idea what I’m doing.


About RicoChey

I'm just an unmarried, childless, thirty-something high school dropout with big ideas and a small attention span. Weave drunkenly behind me as I meander through my own life: a winding path of musings on life, relationships, food, the few politics I can stomach discussing, and probably really dumb stuff like the ratio of Sex and the City episodes wherein Carrie does and does not appear to be wearing extensions.
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