It’s official. I’m someone who NEEDS to work.
After a week and a half of unemployment, I’m itching to have a reason to leave the house. And Monday, it looks like I’ll get it. I’m starting a part-time job as a photographer at a major tourist attraction.
To be perfectly honest, I’m not that excited about it. It’s a lower hourly wage than I made at my previous job, and it’s only part-time. Plus, there’s the nagging feeling that I really could do better.
But I’ll try to make the best of it. I’m hoping that working only part-time will give me more time to blog, sew, cook, volunteer, work on side gigs and do other things.
I thought I would enjoy my short-lived unemployment more than I did. I discovered something about myself these past two weeks (something quite obvious, actually): I get more done when I have more on my plate.
If I go to work and then have two free hours, I can usually get some sewing done, do a little cleaning and cook dinner. If I have eight free hours, I get about the same amount of work done, and I spend the rest of my time laying around. It’s not intentional; it just happens.
So, I’m headed back into the working world on Monday. I won’t be going to my dream job, but I’ll be working, and that’s important in itself.