I guess I can say this now, since it’s been official for just about a week: I now have gainful full-time employment.
I’m still with Big Regional Supermarket Chain, still in the same department, only now I’m working a full 40 hours a week instead of 30-ish, and I’m making about a buck more per hour too. So yay for that. Plus I’ll qualify for benefits & a retirement fund in a few weeks too (gotta stay with the company/position for a certain amount of time first). So double yay there.
What does this mean? Well, on the plus side, like I said, I’m making more, which means an apartment has suddenly become much more feasible, though I’ll still have to find a roommate. My own car and the insurance that goes with it has also become a possibility, though I won’t be able to even think about buying my Mustang or vintage GTO for a very long time. But I can wait for those: what’s important is that I’m one step closer to being completely independent from Mama and Papa Raptor. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family deeply, but I need to spread my wings and get out!
On the downside… holy smokes! How do you full-timers work five eight-hour days in a row every single week? I finished up my first week – actually only did four days so far, fifth day is tomorrow – and I’m freakin’ exhausted! And y’all seriously do that every single week for twenty-plus years? Yeesh!