Today, at the Store Where I Work, I was offered a promotion. This clip came immediately to mind:
I suppose I’ll take the promotion, though I suspect that several things will result.
1. I will no longer be able to tailor my daily schedule around Youngest Son’s school hours (at present I don’t work after 3 pm so that I can be home with him and do the Mom Makes Dinner thing).
2. I will no longer be able to accept even the meager half dozen or so substitute teaching jobs per month that come my way.
3. I will be transferred to another store (the company invariably does that as soon as employees rise above an entry level position. Often with no more than 3 days notice they are routinely shuffled about like chess pieces.
On the positive side, it means I’m guaranteed a minimum of 30 hours a week, even if hours get cut, and my salary will go up a bit.
Occasionally I have moments where I recall attending law school, and going through the teacher credentialing program along with a year of student teaching, and then further back, working as a salaried staff writer for a non-profit, and working as an office manager/systems manager, and I wonder, how did I end up here, doing this?
It was just supposed to be a temporary filler sort of job, something I took on the spur of the moment to earn a few dollars until I scored a full time teaching position.
It can’t be a career. It just can’t.
Maybe it’s a good thing there are no trains running through my town.