| | The job application is sitting on my kitchen table. I can hear their voices resonating in my head, reminding me that i am fully and completely capable of doing this job. Then i see my kids. One wants her red sweatshirt. One needs a pair of jeans washed. One needs a bike tire fixed. I have a lunch to pack, homework to look over, bookkeeping to get done, and i still have to get ready to go to work. I missed class last night over a little stomach bug. I can't afford to miss any more classes, any more work. I must maintain focus because i have a LOT to get done this week. And yet here i am, considering taking on a third job. Yes, i could do it. Yes, the money would be nice. Yes, the benefits would be fantastic.
But when will i see my kids? Who will wash their clothes and patch their bike tires and pack their lunches and walk them to school? I can take a different job a different time. My kids are only young once.
The job application is sitting on my kitchen table.
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| | Posted 3/29/2006 9:17 AM - 2 comments
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