Life Is Funny, So Are Cats
I find that the longer I live the more I am floored by "little" things. A friend was supposed to get back to me about working for her dad. I need to schedule my week if possible. I have been assisting with the after-paving aspects of his company, which involves cleaning and painting parking lots so that they look presentable. I really do not mind doing it, but I think maybe people mind me doing it or think that I am not particularly good at it.
I am not being mean about my abilities. I am being honest. I am more social than I am a manual laborer. Do not get me wrong, I have worked many jobs that included manual labor, whether it be merely moving around inventory to actually hauling furniture from flood, fire, or mold damaged buildings and homes. I will do whatever pays. I know better than to shun someone who is willing to pay for a service provided. I grew up lower middle class. Maybe higher lower class. It is a little iffy which it was.
Anyway, this friend has some health issues in her family right now, with her father's family. I really did not want to press or bother them right now, but at the same time I was pretty sure that she talked to her father before the health issues began, so I texted her. We tend to text a lot. I am honestly unsure of whether it has to do with our age, the culture, or the fact that we are comfortable enough with one another that there is not too much misunderstanding over text so we can. Either way, we do.
She asked to call and we were on for probably around five minutes. Her father offered me a position, temporary or permanent, depending what I would like to do, checking messages, scheduling appointments, and basically interfacing with customers. I absolutely love that type of stuff so I of course said yes, but mentioned that I am working on setting up an interview for a full-time, permanent position at a local non-profit. I am hoping that job works out, but if it does not, I guess I have a job with her dad. I really appreciate how people look out for each other, regardless of what the world would have us believe of one another.
I am not being mean about my abilities. I am being honest. I am more social than I am a manual laborer. Do not get me wrong, I have worked many jobs that included manual labor, whether it be merely moving around inventory to actually hauling furniture from flood, fire, or mold damaged buildings and homes. I will do whatever pays. I know better than to shun someone who is willing to pay for a service provided. I grew up lower middle class. Maybe higher lower class. It is a little iffy which it was.
Anyway, this friend has some health issues in her family right now, with her father's family. I really did not want to press or bother them right now, but at the same time I was pretty sure that she talked to her father before the health issues began, so I texted her. We tend to text a lot. I am honestly unsure of whether it has to do with our age, the culture, or the fact that we are comfortable enough with one another that there is not too much misunderstanding over text so we can. Either way, we do.
She asked to call and we were on for probably around five minutes. Her father offered me a position, temporary or permanent, depending what I would like to do, checking messages, scheduling appointments, and basically interfacing with customers. I absolutely love that type of stuff so I of course said yes, but mentioned that I am working on setting up an interview for a full-time, permanent position at a local non-profit. I am hoping that job works out, but if it does not, I guess I have a job with her dad. I really appreciate how people look out for each other, regardless of what the world would have us believe of one another.