So. I filled out an app on Wednesday and interviewed for a job today.
The entire time during the interview, my inner five year old stamped her feet. But I don't WANNA... she cried. I like having carefree days and laidback nights. I like having the time to read and see movies and hang with friends. I like my life!
And then I said to my inner five year old, Dude. Remember last summer? Remember when I almost let you DIE, along with all shreds of self-respect and financial well-being?
That shut her up pretty good. And I kept on smiling...
I'm now the proud employee of a video store. I'll be working two days a week, on top of the work I already do on campus -- but it shouldn't be too bad.
And unlike the campus job, I know this one will exist after graduation.
I'm not going to be unemployed again. Ever.
Well, ever's a hard term. Maybe not ever. But certainly not this summer. Certainly not if I can do something to prevent it.