So, I think I mentioned at some point that I had a job coming up this spring in a daycare. I would be checking kids in and out and serving/cleaning up after snacks. It would be 22 1/2 hours a week, mornings, which was perfect. The only problem was that it didn't start until sometime in the middle of spring, and no one could tell me exactly when that would be. I'll admit, I was a little impatient, but I knew it would come so I tried to wait as well as I could.
And I would have waited, if the one better job in the world hadn't fallen into my lap. I was browsing the webpage of the animal shelter where I volunteer, and I saw that they were looking to hire an animal caretaker. Now, I go to the shelter to clean cages, feed cats, and play with cats. I could get paid for doing the same work with cats, plus dogs and rabbits. I'm sure you understand why I had to apply. And apply I did.
I got a call back just a few days later from Eula, the kennel coordinator. She asked when I could come in for an interview. I told her that I could come today, and I did that at 3pm. She talked me through the job, called back another employee to walk me through the job, and went through my availability.
I start Thursday, 5pm-11pm. My best hours!
And did I mention that my kitty got a shot, came home, and ate her breakfast?
And I'm trying out a new women's bible study tonight?
What a day!