(no subject)
on monday evening, i started my new temporary job at a runaway shelter. not the sort of shelter where i used to work. the kind of shelter where kids really are homeless and the beds are full. this is my sixth night working overnights. my week of work emotions went as such:
monday: yay, i'm a working woman.
tuesday: okay, i guess i'll learn more.
wednesday: i want to die.
thursday: i hate it so much. it's so lonely.
friday: i'm going to drink coffee for the first time in my life. now i'll never be able to sleep again!
so, i've been working hard at staying positive about work b/c it is so very boring and it messes up my...um, life schedule.. even with another staff member staying the night, it's unfortunately more time to dwell on what/who i'm missing. but last night (fri into sat) was great b/c i was busy! and, i got to stay an extra three hours b/c the relief worker was late. and while this would usually upset me, i was so happy to see the kids. to interact. to be a counselor. to be back moving around, knowing what i'm doing, being confident in my abilities, to know more about the program and make good decisions than the people around me.
i'm not supposed to know it officially yet, but they are going to hire me as a full-time counselor. they know i have another interview monday which has better hours. there are so many variables going into finding a job and wanting it, such as hours/days, money, transportation issues (buying a car vs trains), location, roommates, puppies, oh my! lots to think about. but at least it's a slight shift.
it's weird to say it, but i think those three hours yesterday might have saved me just a little.
joelle and mark are out of town for the week. i have the house to myself. it's like a trial run for independent living :)