Since learning I definitely have a job, I’ve been trying to decide if I should continue working at the homeless shelter two days a week.
The timing would be doable, but pretty tight. I would get off work at 1:00, and my shift at the shelter starts at 2:00. That should just give me time to run home, change clothes, scarf some lunch, and run out to the shelter.
Thing is, rushing like that stresses me out. It’s one reason I don’t often go places with Alpha Geek; he has a tendency to wait until the last possible minute to start getting ready. If anything unexpected comes up, suddenly we’re late and rushing. I hate that.
On the other hand, it would only be two days a week.
I’ve been pondering the decision since Monday. Last night I was thinking aloud while The Director was draped across the couch next to me. It was still the same set of pros and cons; the schedule might be feasible, but it would probably make me stressed.
The Director shrugged. “I dunno, I’ve never really had stress like that,” he admitted.
“No, but you’ve seen me stressed,” I pointed out.
“Oh, right. In that case, you definitely don’t want to do it.”
The boy has a wisdom beyond his years.
So when I go in this afternoon, I’ll let them know next week is my last week. I hate to bail on them like that, but The Director’s right—I don’t want to wind up stressed and snapping at my family all the time.