I’m fortunate to have a full-time job. However, the pay has not kept up with expenses.
Six months ago I inherited these two adorable puppies who eat money for breakfast. (By eating money for breakfast, I mean my credit card paid the veterinarian’s salary for a month.) I spent the remainder of what money I had trying to find food they would eat. Nothing I bought from the pet store interested them. I signed up for a gourmet dog food delivery service, which I have since quit because they would not eat it. I cooked hamburger, turkey, chicken and pork. I gave them peanut butter, cheese and sour cream.
This, coupled with the loans I had for household repairs, left me in the negative and the credit card maxed. I redeemed the savings bonds I received almost twenty years ago for participating in an online test group. I sold a lot of my personal items. (Wanna buy some books, collectible or CDs?)
I was still in the red. It was time to churn into overtime. I’d already had side projects such as writing and podcasting, but nothing that brought in more than a few dollars a month.
I needed to hang up my indie hat for a bit and get a send-in-your-resume, interview-with-HR type of job.
That quest started two months ago. It ended yesterday.
Job one: Door-to-Door. In Florida it was still very hot. With sweat pouring into my eyes I got turned around and went down the wrong road. (Did I mention I don’t have a car so I had to walk the neighborhood?) It was a temporary job anyway, so I didn’t feel bad telling them it wasn’t for me.
Job two: I got fired, on my birthday, in a Slack channel, for saying I had to “go potty.” To be fair, the issue wasn’t that I had to go to the bathroom, it was that I dared make a joke about going potty in the Slack channel. They had said at the beginning of the shift to have fun and chat with each other! I was told the next day by HR that I was not fired because no one should get fired for saying they had to go potty and no one should get fired over Slack.
I immediately quit. I’m too old for that crap.
Job three: Imagine having three or four supervisors, each with different opinions of what you’re supposed to do and you don’t know which supervisor you’re going to get until after you’ve turned in the assignment. You then have to redo the work. You don’t get paid for any of that rework.
My heart and head couldn’t handle it. I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. Wouldn’t be the first time.
I’m done with traditional second jobs for now. I signed up to be a guinea pig for a laboratory. I’m considering donating plasma. Will they expect more than I want to give? Do I need to sign a contract? Is there a quota?
I stopped playing the lottery because I couldn’t afford it anymore. Maybe that’s where I went wrong. There was that time I won five dollars…it was just a matter of years before that five dollars became ten dollars…