Okay, so today was a new experience for me.
I walked away from my job as a Developmental Therapist for maybe the last time ever.
Don't you worry your pretty little minds, I have another job waiting for me, so it's not like I'm just going to sit around doing nothing.
On Tuesday I was approached about a promotion. I was extremely excited because I have been barely getting by on my paycheck, but then I heard these words, "We are looking to give you about 35 hours a week."
Oof.
I was fairly positive that there was NO WAY in the sam heck I was going to be able to squeeze in 35 hours to my already nightmare-ish schedule. I thought that this promotion was going to be...well, not happening.
Then the next day I was told that only 30 hours were required and my dreams opened up again. But then I got to thinking about the time I sat down to see if I could fit 30 hours into my schedule to be promoted to a DT2 and it just wasn't possible and I started thinking that this was still a little far fetched to be thinking about.
That night I sat down in front of an Excel spreadsheet and worked out my schedule. Don't ask me how, but 30 hours just opened up. I remember counting and recounting the hours for the other promotion...so how in the world was it working out now?
The answer is, I don't know. I am just thinking that this promotion is what I should be pursuing (even though it's still not what I want to do with the rest of my life).
So as of Monday I will be on the run from 8:00 in the morning to 8:00 in the evening as a Billing Assistant followed by studying...
I just might die.
Pray for me!
February 18th 2012
14 years ago
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