I’ve been pondering the idea of getting a second job.
Let’s face it–while I have an acceptable job and some perks, my debt to income ratio is a little nervewracking. At this rate, I’ll be boarding with Mom & Dad until I’m nearly 40, for crying out loud. Something must be done.
I think curbing the yarn spending is a good start, as I mentioned in my previous post. That will save me a good chunk of money every paycheck. But it’s still not enough to make a significant dent in the cumulative debt I’ve got on my plate.
Today I found an ad for a bookseller position downtown. Yippee! I love books! I love them almost as much as I love yarn! So I got directions to the bookstore from Google maps and the directions were actually correct (for once). Problem was, parking downtown is MAD and I drove around the building no less than four times trying to figure out where the bloody heck I was supposed to park. yeah. I’m parking challenged.
I finally saw an open space on the curb, so I grabbed it quick. Then I realized there was a parking meter, and I thought, crap, how exactly do those work again? lol Seriously! I’ve used parking meters maybe five or so times my whole life. I like parking LOTS, people, not METERS.
Luckily, I had change, so I fed the meter two quarters and went inside the bookstore. Where I promptly had my proverbial bubble burst.
I was greeted when I walked in, but when I asked for a job application, the lady behind the counter was…how do you say…less than friendly. She didn’t even SMILE at me! ugh! And I got the feeling that she was the manager, because when I asked her if I could take it home and bring it back, she said, “Yes but bring it back soon because I did some interviews today.” ok. And that was it. No have a nice day, no thanks for the interest…blech. I took the application and left.
Fifty cents later (I overfed the parking meter by about 15 cents, oh well), I just went straight home. I am SO frustrated by the money situation. I’m dabbling with the idea of inquiring at my LYSes about jobs there, but after today I’m rather deflated. I don’t have much confidence when it comes to basically groveling at the feet of others. I’m still not sure what I’m going to do–I need to think things over more, formulate a better plan.
At this point, I’m thinking it’s time to start playing the lottery.


