I sold my artist's soul to the corporate devil but didn't know what else to do. I'm so desperate to be free that I'll endure hell to get to heaven.
Back in the springtime I was demoted to a cashier at the arts-and-crafts store I work for. Several weeks later, the girl who had taken my original position was "let go" and I was asked to "fill in" until the vacancy was filled.
I agreed and have been filling in for almost two months until officially getting my old job back a few weeks ago.
To keep the position the store manager said I'd have to give up Thursdays--the ONLY day I'm off from both of my jobs.
If I'm not working at one place I'll be at the other. I still may have one or possibly two Sundays off each month if both my work schedules match up but that's about it.
The only way for me to rent my own place and finally become independent from family is to keep both jobs so I consented to giving up Thursdays.
Thursdays were my one day to decompress, to sleep in late, to not think about work.
I'm afraid working every day is going to kill me....quite literally. And I'm not sure when I'll have time for my art anymore but I can't even think about that now.
Now if you'll excuse me, it's been a rough day at work and I need to go to bed to do it all over again tomorrow.