Yet, I don't leave. It's a job. It's $50 a week, so it covers my gasoline costs just about perfectly. The hours are somewhat erratic, since he closes early once or twice a month, which cancels my shift. I don't really like going in, but it doesn't kill me. With the economy the way it is - and money tight as it is - it would be foolish to get rid of the job. I mean, Lush isn't working me (although that's as much my choice as theirs.) Rinconada will bump me up to 20 hours a week next month, but that still isn't a lot of cash.
I mean, I bitch about money so much here it should be pretty obvious that I shouldn't get rid of an opportunity to make money. I'm still considering selling my Coraline box after all. The job doesn't make me unhappy...it's just kind of a drag.
Man, I'm so wishy-washy that it's ridiculous.