So, today I got a job as a cashier at the local grocery store
30-ish hours a week, minimum wage. One weekend off a month.
It's your typical "I'm 18 and in high school and need money job."
I start training tomorrow.
About an hour after I got home from that interview, my mom called.
"How was your interview?"
"I got the job?"
"Want another one?"
"..."
Apparently, the Spanish teacher at Bo's school is leaving, and they need someone to fill her spot.
On a whim, my mom suggested me. And the principal got super excited.
So. Now, if the scheduling works out, I will be cashiering 30 hours a week, teaching Spanish on Wednesdays from 8:00-2:30, doing Philosophy online through Moody, and making some serious ca$h.
(My deepest apologies for just spelling cash with a dollar sign. I was possessed momentarily.)
This semester might not end up being so laid-back after all.
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