I finally caught a bit of a break. I start as a Youth Care worker at a girls home next week. It’s a place for delinquent teenage girls to live and receive therapy to help them gain coping skills for the outside world. I don’t know if I’ll make any sort of difference or not, but I’ll try.
It’s the first position I’ve ever had that paid more than minimum wage. A whopping 8.50 an hour. For that, I’m moving two and a half hours away from my parents with my twins and husband into the single wide trailer my mother in law owns. We will be sharing it with her and her three teenage sons.
This is what I will do for 8.50 an hour. This is what is required of me to make sure my kids eat and have diapers. My previous job as a Dollar General cashier cut me from 33 hours to 13, with no warning. Post holiday retail cuts are a bitch, and no one gives a shit if you have kids or not.
I don’t make any damn sense, I can’t write anymore. Doesn’t matter, won’t have internet after today.
Wish me luck, tumblr. It’s a long road.