Yesterday, I found myself explaining to an incredulous teenager why I chose to get a P/T job. I must have something to keep me sane. I was so BORED. House too empty and quiet, no one to talk to but the cats. I picked up crochet again, to a pretty insane level. And I watched a TON of TV and Netflix. And I slept too much. And it was boring and depressing. I wanted a job in books, still do. But while I was waiting around for responses from publishers and internships, I was going crazy.
And applying for P/T work felt like giving up. Getting a retail job is not what I wanted at all.
But I spent 6 months not contributing to my own life. Not needed. Not wanted. And now I am useful and helpful. I have coworkers who are already addicted to my food. Everyday, I get to help people. I get to color-code fabric, put buttons on the correct hooks, and in general feed my OCD-ish need to keep stuff tidy. It is enough for now. I still have time for my hobbies. And the commute is getting me through a ton of audio books.
So, teenagers, be advised. Your dream might be to have a permanent summer, no school, no job, no responsibilities. But I’ve done it and it gets old.