I never seem to have anything good to write here. So I'll just keep it short here.
My manager cut my hours this week. And I'm too afraid to call her and tell her I need more hours.
I hope I see her at work tonight so I can confront her then. And this is ridiculous. I'm gonna call her.
Alright so I called right? Well, it went to her voice mail. That means she's busy. Maybe she's at work already and I'll see her there tonight. I should have left a message, but I didn't. But I consider it an accomplishment that I even made the call, just like I made the accomplishment of actually answering the phone at work yesterday. I don't know why I fear the phone so bad, but I do. But I suppose I'm making steps to get over it.
But anyway, at least I made the attempt. And if she is busy I don't want to be a burden to her by calling her over and over. So, if she's not at work tonight, I will try again tomorrow and leave a message. Hopefully then she will give me a call back then. If still not, then she should be working on Thursday and when I go to get my pay check I will ask her then if she can be sure I work more hours next week. I cannot be working only three days with my pay check being what pays our rent apparently.
But anyway. I feel better after making that call. The only thing bothering my now is this sting in my eyes due to my roommate's cooking. I don't know what he does or how he does it, but every time he cooks there's always a smell, lots of smoke, and stinging in my eyes. But oh well, he's my only ride to work for now so I can't much complain about it.
Which reminds me I really need to start learning how to drive. But I seriously need my permit first. So this week when I get my pay check I'm going to stick with my plan of putting aside $200 for the rent and using what I have left for whatever I may need, which might be a permit. Hopefully anyway. It might be shampoo and soap instead.
Soon I also plan to confront my managers about getting me a full time job. This part time isn't cutting it.
Which reminds me. It's been brought to my attention that I should return to school. But not so much for actual school, but instead to learn a trade. If I learn a trade an I can go to school for only 2 semesters at the least and then I can get a job where I can earn more than minimum wage. The one problem is that I don't have an interest for any of the trades presented to me. I thought about cosmetology, first it was hair, then it was nails. I feel I could do nails much better than hair, but I dunno. It's much more of a possibility than hair.
My husband and I looked into going to Columbus Tech together. Perhaps I should just look at everything they have to offer and then decide if I can do it or not.
Also, my husband is still not sure what he wants either. He wanted to go to school as well, and he seems to have a much better idea of what he would like to do too. But I suggested the navy to him again, and I know he does not want to do that. Besides, I'm pretty sure it's just me being selfish to want him to go into the military just so I can live the way I'm used to.
For now it's up to him what he wants to do. I think going to school would be better for him. It would benefit him much more, because then he might be able to achieve his dream of publishing Strike. It's hard for him right now, with his work and everything. And I think school, honestly, would give him less time, but he would also be less stressed I believe. I think he can handle school much easier than he can handle his boss at work.
Ultimately it's up to him. As it is for me to decide if I want to go to school or not. Whatever happens, I know we need to start making more money. We were rejected for a credit card and a loan is our of our hands right now. So weather it's more school or more work, we need to get something done.
But I'm proud of my husband. Though slow, he is starting to get some drawing done. I try to make him work, though he just can't be forced to work. But he's trying to get himself out there and I'm proud. He's doing a better job than me at it.
Sorry this turned into a bunch of rambling from me. It was supposed to be good things, but yet again it just turned into me letting out my true, sad feelings. But at least it wasn't totally depressing. And I wasn't completely sad, I was just letting out some thoughts.
Thank you for reading. <3
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