Yesterday was supposed to be my last day at work but it's not over just yet.
She gave me an interesting offer.
The store manager at the arts-and-crafts store asked if I wanted to be a cashier even though I expressed disinterest working on the floor.
She said I could always try it for a week then quit if I didn't like it.
Everyone I talked to said that sounded like a good idea so I agreed.
When I lost my job at the crafts store I assumed it was a sign to pursue my art but now this happened.
Is it fate keeping me there? Is it meant to be that I stay or go? Now I'm no longer sure.
There are still so many people out of work right now and to turn this down seems wrong. And the desire to live on my own has become too strong and I'll need the additional income if I'm to finally break away from family.
This will definitely eat into my free-time to create but for now my art gets pushed to the side yet again.
As I turned in my work keys for the last time, I felt relieved. Yesterday was the last deposit I'd do. No more putting up HUNDREDS of price activation labels or receiving shipments or balancing the change drawer or any of the many other responsibilities they gave to me.
I'm already getting anxious at the thought of working the registers and dealing DIRECTLY with the customers though.
But I will try.
Once again, while walking in between jobs, I saw this street sign and thought it summed up everything nicely.....