I started a part time job a few weeks ago. I didn't really want to go out and get a job. My husband didn't really want me to go out and get a job. But here we are. All attempts at alternate job options for MM failed, and his full time job is such that adding shift work simply won't work due to the travel schedule required from his main job at times.
It's about the least-worst it could be (so far.) The people seem nice. I've worked four and a half weeks and nobody has yelled at me yet. I think that's amazing considering this is a retail environment.
The hours are irregular, which stinks, but mostly in the very early morning and the middle of the week. This week, I worked Tuesday and today, and will work tomorrow. Then I'll be done until next Tuesday.
I don't have to work with food. That's good. I don't have to clean toilets. Also good. The store is full of things I like looking at (crafts, fabrics, home decor, yarn, etc.) I get an employee discount. (I've already restocked my dwindling stash of pattern trace and elastic.) Kid is adjusting to a list of chores and schoolwork left for her to complete on my work days.
I don't really like working a cash register. You'd think "the computer does it all for you," but it really doesn't. Yes, it calculates change, but everything else is actually MORE complicated than "back in the day" when cash registers simply added up the totals and figured tax. Hit the wrong button in the wrong sequence (and there are many, many touch screen buttons and they're not in any logical order AT ALL) and there you are stuck, having to call a manager to correct your error while a little old lady glares at you, calling you a dumb youngster in her head.
I miss my friends, who are mostly in the internet. Being a working homeschooling mommy is a very lonely thing, because our society is geared towards assuming a working mommy is normal and no big deal, and most of your homeschooling mommy friends don't work. Working leaves you less time to mess around online. At home I can pop on and off the computer through the day, in between other chores.
When it's hard, I remind myself that we are in a depression and it's supposed to be hard. And that it could be worse. Much worse. God is good.