So, I found myself a job. Or, rather, one found me.
I was out in early May, shopping for plants. A local independent grocery had a greenhouse tent, and I stopped in to see what I could fund. I talk too much. I start conversations everywhere, and I started chatting with the lady manning the greenhouse. After a bit, she paused and said, "I'm going to be out of town for Memorial Day weekend. Would you want to fill in?". I figured, what the heck. A little time and a little money. So I agreed. When I showed up that first day, the store manager met me and said, "What do you want here? Just a weekend, or would you like a job?". So I'm checking at the local independent grocery, just 15 hours a week, but it's perfect. I punch in, make a little money, and punch out. No sleepless nights worrying about a career!
I'm learning more about people, too. My first couple of lessons have been jarring. Did you know that people don't like food stamps? Yeah, I figured you did. I knew that people resent the money given for food to people who need help with that. I've heard the complaining about how people buy steaks and beer with their food stamps. I haven't been working that long, but I don't see that. I've seen cheese, grapes, milk, tomatoes and Cheerios, but not steaks. One lady tonight bought more junk food than I thought was wise, but I've also seen that--maybe more often, even--from those who don't use food stamps. The toughest are the people who are embarassed to be using them, but have the bad luck to encounter me--the newbie who needs help remembering how to run those transactions. Before long, they're neighbors in line are grumbling and complaining about "those bums with food stamps"
Well, I'm here to tell you, it might not be them. It might be the newbie!