Hai there

I'm working on my first commissioned (albeit non-paid) freelance article. Yay me!

However, as comes with the territory of being me, I'm easily distracted and won't be able to focus (or at least I don't think I will) until I sort out the random thoughts bouncing around in my head.  So here they go out on paper...or screen...or bytes...whatever.

Night job. I need a night job. Then I could go to school during the daytime. Because if my school doesn't offer night classes to support a day job, then I just have to work around that, right? And if I can go to school more than half time, or at least half time, then I can get a loan from the government to help pay tuition. More debt, huh? Well, at least I'll be getting my degree.

So that makes sense, right? I should totally do that. I'm not doing a job that's in my field right now anyway, so what difference does it make if I apply to be nighttime manager at Macy's or Home Depot or something like that? Maybe I could even be a security guard at the hospital. Well, not a security guard, because they stand around a lot, but a receptionist. Overnight. Yes! I could do my homework during the quiet hours, I could get my research done....This is a must. I really think this is a good idea. Which means I should probably pray about it...

Hmm.

I keep having this sense of obligation to the job where I'm at now. Although if I could get Ms. J.J. to step right in and fill in my spot when I leave, then I wouldn't feel so bad. I wonder how much a nighttime receptionist gets paid at the hospital. They might even have benefits! Like health insurance. One has to make changes in one's life that lead one down the right path and are for the better, right? Like don't stay stuck in a dead end job just because the company needs the help. Especially not if that job is keeping you back from what you really want to do in life. Especially if that job is preventing you from being able to go back to school, is taking up all of your days, is stressing you out, is barely paying you enough...

I'm going to look at all hospitals that are in NYC and see if they're hiring for overnight desk people. I can totally do that. And if I work every night, five  nights a week, an eight hour shift, say, from 8pm to 4am, then I can go home, sleep till...well. Hey. It'll work out. It's not like I haven't done it before.

Okay. See? Head is clear. Back to writing the article.

Laters!