Woman who works several part times jobs?
The days are hard sometimes. Some of my coworkers are insensitive and, at other jobs, I don’t have anyone to eat with when I’m on break. Sometimes the customers are really stupid or I get yelled at by a manager who’s having a bad day.
But, at the end of the day, I get home and my dog is happy to see me and my favorite show comes on just after the popcorn is done and when I crawl into bed I sleep better than the night before.
“For the fifth time, I cannot get you a discount on Wednesdays, I don’t work at Matt’s on Wednesdays.”
“Surely you can work something out with your boss.”
“You’re right, I probably can, but I need to save any ‘favors’ for when I need them.”
“Hey, Casey, I-”
“Luke, I love you, but my shift doesn’t start for another 8 minutes, I feel like I got four hours of sleep, and I still have half a cup of coffee left. I promise to be friendly later, but right now I just need to go chug this caffeine.”
She kept her planner in her car, hundreds of dates and times all scrawled into boxes that were always a little too small. She rarely used it, except to add events. On rare occasion, Joanna would flip through it to double check details she already knew.
“You work a lot? Supporting kids?”
“Kids? I’m 26, how many kids do you expect me to have?”
“Oh… you have a point. So, are you saving up for something?”