I think it’s safe to say I did not get the job. The temporary location should be up and running by this weekend. Oh well. I think it’s all for the best. Given how many late nights I have worked in the past couple of weeks I don’t know that having to go to a part-time job would have been possible. The extra money would be nice but when all is said and done I have to make hard choices about what is best to do for my children and myself.
This part-time job quest is a want not a need. I struggle to comprehend how hard life is for those who don’t have a choice.
I have never known poverty. I have never been in a position where I had to choose between paying a bill and eating. I have a great life. At times I forget that.
Recently and I don’t know if I discussed it here, I found out that one of my cousins has advanced aggressive breast cancer. The cure rate is 82% and I have nothing to hold on to but that. She told me the name of it and I made the mistake of googling it. I fear for my cousin. I pray every night that this will end well for her.
The universe is showing me that the life I have is fantastic. I may not be debt free yet or have those perfect always well-behaved kids … but we are healthy and not starving with a roof over our heads.