Tired, tired, tired

I just am. And I have two jobs I like now. That didn't used to be the truth, and the first job pays me pretty well (which is awesome--yea new job), so it is making losing the other job really tempting. So tempting that I doubt the second job will last the summer. It will probably last paying off the credit card incurred by it.

The hard thing is, I will miss it. I just can't do it anymore. I am tired most of the time. I don't have real weekends, I don't have time to go to the movies, and I am just constantly slammed. I would keep working if they could work it so I just only ever work Thursday nights, but that is a preposterous thing to ask them. Plus I will never get more available to them, only less. They need someone who can be there all the time. The trouble is that they have a bit of a quandry in my position--they should only have me.

But really, I need to not have all this to do, and for the first time I can afford it, plus I no longer have to have it as a refuge from my terrible job. And when my play slows down I will go work there for the holidays. It is a good plan, and I think it is what is going to have to happen. The good news is that I will have weekends again. Weekends that may have room for bus trips to MO and for actual Chicago fun like I haven't had since I was flat ass broke.