It’s been said that the job that I’m working for is so pleased with me that they might extend my hours to a FT position someday.
Which is awesome. The thought of applying and interviewing for (other) jobs makes me want to retch.
But then I think, that would certainly change everything, and maybe not for the better.
The freedom of coming in at 10am and leaving at 1pm and having most days of the week off… thrills me. Back in the 90s, flex-time was the American Dream. Having leisure time.
I found myself wondering… how employable am I? Like, I haven’t worked a 40-hour work week in… well… ever.
The year 2000, probably. Yowtch. I’m a little too brittle (fun-loving, I mean) to hustle for a whole day, day after day after day, in misery…
But, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Maybe I can get a trip t o Seattle out of it. :) Yay!
