Friday, March 3, 2017
Working. My Way.
Thankfully with maturity comes a speeding up of that process, where I go from "nah" to "maybe" to "well, this might actually be a good idea" in a much shorter time.
I was temping last week at one of the offices that I frequent, and one of the secretaries gave 3 weeks' notice. Everyone immediately started joking that I would be back in 3 weeks to cover for her, and I went cold. It's not that it isn't a nice enough firm; I've been in and out of there for 4 summers now, the people are fine and I can do the work, but (a) this girl's attorneys aren't among my favorites, (b) I really don't want to spend another solid summer there, working potentially 4-5 days a week because they're busy, and (c) they're just getting too used to me being their beck-and-call girl.
Cue the sound of rescue. My phone buzzed and it was a text from my friend Dianne, at whose firm I have also temped (and we even worked there together back in the late 80s). I've been back there several times on longterm assignments when her secretary was out on disability. (Her secretary left over a year ago, but the firm rearranged staff and they weren't looking to hire then). Well, her new secretary gave notice and did I want to work 3 days a week?
I texted back: "For how long?"
"Up to you," she responded.
I went in yesterday to spend a day with her current assistant just going over what things were new since my last visit (not many, other than an upgrade to the computer system). They let me spend a day at the desk just poking around the system, learning the upgrades and setting up the computer the way it suited me. I set up my voicemail and email messages, chose my desk location (the area with the most natural light) and got myself ready for next week, when I'll start doing M-W-F.
For how long?
Well, that's the issue. Part of me really, really doesn't want to commit to even permanent part-time work, because, well, it feels like I'm giving in. Going back to the grind.
But . . .
These people aren't a grind. The work isn't that hard, and it's the kind of work I can do while planning out my sewing to do list as I type. They buy my stuff. They're flexible -- I can work whatever 3 days suits me, so if I have a weekend show, I can work Thursday instead of Friday. I have sewing camps booked at my house this summer, and they're okay working around that. The money is the best of all my temp jobs.
And there is that, the money. The Etsy shops do okay (especially this past October-December with the crazy publicity from Babble and Scary Mommy). Craft shows are even better. But they're seasonal, they're uneven and often dependent on weather. It would be nice to have a steady income which would be supplemented by the handmade business, so I could go back to putting money toward retirement. I still have a good bit of savings, but I would like to feel a little more prepared. I would also like to be able to consider vacations without having to do mental math that involved Peter, Paul and taking from both of them.
I decided I would give it a few weeks and think about it. And then at lunch, I ran into one of the attorneys who works at my third temp job, the place that hires me every year between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and actually pays me to decorate their tree. Apparently they're closing down shop at the end of the year and won't be needing my services.
So, job 1 - demand for more hours with less pleasant people; job 2 - disappearing. Job 3 - pleasant people, good money, hours of my choice.
Not sure what there is left to decide, but I'm still thinking.