Before my husband and I separated, I worked at an amazing place with seriously cush hours. How cush?
I worked 25 hours a week, four days a week, ten months a year. I got summers, Christmas and Spring breaks off. I had great health coverage, vacation time, sick time, and still made more than most full time positions in the area.
Did I say it was cush?
Let me add a bit more.
I worked for an amazing supervisor who became a great friend and didn’t bat an eye when I showed up for work in jeans on a Tuesday, my hair not brushed, and red rimmed eyes from crying all the way to work. He just ignored the mess I was and let me bury myself in spreadsheets and graphs.
But, alas! All good things must come to an end and as of today, I’m no longer working for this amazing place. In order to secure financial independence and security, I accepted a position with a different organization who was willing to start me out at twice my hourly pay.
I will no longer have summers or spring breaks off. I will no longer get home mid-afternoon. I will be working a regularly twelve month, Monday through Friday job.
That sound you just heard was me gulping.
If any of you have any tips on how I’m going to make this work – and still be able to spend time with my kids and cook them somewhat healthy meals, I’d love some advice.
Because I’m frazzled at the very thought.
