It’s just after 11pm. I was hoping to be asleep by now, but I’m not. I figured if I’m going to be awake I might as well be useful and update everyone as to what’s going on and taking me away from this blog.
Not too long ago, I got pretty durn frustrated with myself. In my vivid imagination, others were frustrated with me as well. Why was everyone so grumpy? Because I was always saying I couldn’t do things because I had no money, and never doing anything about it.
So when an opportunity to work a night shift suddenly appeared on my Facebook feed, I took it. I sent in my application, and got a call back the next day. The whole thing happened so fast, I didn’t have time to think about it. Suddenly, I was employed!
The job is a retail job. The store I work at uses a door-to-floor sales model – that is, there is no store room in the back. When people ask “Do you have this in another colour/size/material in the back?”, the answer is always “No”. Merchandise is delivered to the store three times a week. It is unloaded from the truck and then distributed immediately to the sales floor. The shipments arrive right as the store closes, and at the same time the Night Stockers appear from the woodwork to git ‘er done. If there isn’t a shipment, there is still a store to be tidied, inventory to be taken, and new products to merchandise.
I didn’t really want to work retail, but the hours meant that I didn’t have to put Little RuRu in daycare. The hours also mean I don’t have much of a social life (or much time for blogging). A successful woman I respect once told me that while you could choose to put your child in daycare, you had to be able to look back at your decision in 20 years and be happy with the outcome. I really don’t think I would be. I’m not trying to judge those that do. Everyone has to do what is right for them. I saw the opportunity to both work and stay home, and I took it. The decision is not without its sacrifices.
So, every evening as soon as Mister gets home from work I head out the door. My shift finishes at 1am, and I am usually home by 1:15. I read a little to unwind, then tuck in for the night. RuRu wakes me up around 7, we have breakfast and read books, then go back to sleep for a couple of hours. In the afternoons we walk BoBo and try to do chores and/or prepare dinner.
On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Sundays I also walk a dog. These days I don’t get a nap. RuRu goes to Granny’s house or hangs with Mister while I work.
On top of that, right around the time I started this new job I took an unpaid internship writing articles for a Green company. I can’t say I’m happy with the speed that I’m turning the articles out, but I’m happy that I took the initiative to try.
All in all, a lot is going on in the Farm Fairy household. We have to cram all of our weekend into one day (Saturday) and Mister and I barely see each other during the week. Despite it all, it feels good. It feels good because it instantly made my goals feel more attainable. It also is nice to be able to treat ourselves a little (perhaps a little too much the first paycheque!). The people I work with are awesome, and I am noticing my self-confidence returning. No longer do I feel like I have nothing to contribute to a conversation, since I now LEAVE MY HOUSE and talk to REAL ADULTS.
I feel like I’m moving forward, making positive steps. Who knows where this will lead me? I’m excited to find out.