This is my cousin Max, the love of my life!
I'll start from the beginning, on Thursday.
As I've already told you about, I interviewed for a nanny position for a sweet family near Springfield. Later that night, I got the call that I got the job.
Friday, I changed my availability at the restaurant I work at so that I am only available Thursday & Saturday nights for hostessing hours (which is only 3, maybe 4 hours each night).
Saturday, Blake and I went to see Final Fantasy 5 in 3D (absolutely atrocious, but hilarious & awesome), and during the movie, I have 2 missed calls: one from the lady that hired me to nanny, and one from my manager at the restaurant (panic sets in, duh).
So, I return the call to my manager - he's not happy about my change in availability.
I return the call to Kim (the momma), and she tells me she's hired someone else and I didn't actually get the job.
I cried. A lot.
I had been so excited for the job, and so happy, and relieved that I had a job I actually enjoyed and I didn't even get a chance to start and show her I could do it! To say that I was bummed would be an understatement.
Sunday, after church, Blake and I went to the lake with the college Sunday school class. It was a super relaxing day, good for just forgetting about all of my previous day's troubles.
I ended up staying the night at Blake's parents house. We made plans to stay up late and eat snacks and play Guitar Hero. Reality: We ate a few chips, watched half an episode of So You Think You Can Dance and were both passed out.
Monday morning, I wake up to a voicemail from Kim. I call her back. She asks me if I'm lost & having trouble finding the house because I'm 30 minutes late & she's worried about me.
I tell her that she said she gave the job to someone else and I wasn't supposed to come over.
She tells me that she really does want me to have the job and to come over.
I get there about 2 hours after I was originally supposed to be there.
Turns out, her husband read her the wrong phone number for the girl she wasn't hiring. And she called me instead. So as it turns out, I really do have the job, and I love it so far.
I've only been there 2 days, but I really really like it. I watch 4 kids, and when school starts next week, I'll only have 2. They are just the sweetest (and liveliest) bunch of kiddos. I go out there all this week (all day) but my regular schedule starts next week, and will only be Monday afternoons/ Tuesday & Thursday, all day.
Next Tuesday will be interesting - it's literally all. day. I work from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m.
I'm excited to see what that will be like, but nervous at the same time. That's a very long day.
We shall see! I'm excited.
On the other hand, I have to end up quitting my job at the restaurant completely. I won't even be able to give a 2 week notice, which sucks, and makes me feel awful.
I thought that I would be able to handle doing both, at least for a few months, but the family will need me more often than the 22 hours I'm guaranteed each week. Meaning I need to keep my weekends open. Meaning, I can't work another job.
Which is okay with me, I just feel bad for needing to quit so soon at the restaurant. For example - she has me on the schedule for Saturday night, 6-9 pm, but I'm also scheduled to work at the restaurant for the same hours.... there's no way I'm going to cancel on Kim to work the same hours at minimum wage! No way, jose! I'm taking the $12/hour job over that!
So, I'm in a tough spot, and I feel really, really bad. But.
You gotta do what you gotta do.
Enough about me. How are you?!