Today I am thankful for gut instincts.
I had an interview on Tuesday. This was the interview that caused me not to want to tote the kids around for their father.
I was given a battery of tests. I thought I failed them because I couldn't complete them. The HR rep said I passed with flying colors.
The job offer came in at $13.00 an hour.
I previously made $39,000 doing the same job.
The starting wage is the same for everyone, I was told. It would be $13.00 an hour with a $1.50 raise in three weeks.
They said they'd love me to work the weekends. Those are the days Michael is supposed to have the kids. I love working the weekends because I can see hypnosis clients during the week.
My ex won't be able to take the kids because of his living situation and lack of money. I'm not sure I should leave them home alone for so long.
Michael claimed that he made $12 an hour before he was fired (down from a $50,000 a year job). He also claimed that it was impossible for him to live on this money even with a subsidized room and no car payment. When he made that salary, I was paying for his auto insurance. He was a given my mini-van.
If he couldn't make it on $12 an hour, I must be deluding myself thinking I can make it on $13.
I realized that I probably couldn't support a household on that amount of money. I also realized that I owed it to my ex to make a decent wage so he didn't have to scramble to pay his court ordered child support.
I TURNED DOWN the job.
That was tough for me because I adore this company and I am probably one of their happiest clients. The interview process only made me like them more.
I hope I didn't do something stupid.
My salary would have been $10 more a week than unemployment. I guess, right now, I need to support my family rather than work for pleasure.
I decided to keep pushing forward on the job search. This time, I won't believe the compensation that they post in the ads. The ad stated that the wage for this job began at $16.
I guess not.
Everyone is looking for a bargain.
The problem is that we get what we pay for.
Love ya lots,
S.
I had an interview on Tuesday. This was the interview that caused me not to want to tote the kids around for their father.
I was given a battery of tests. I thought I failed them because I couldn't complete them. The HR rep said I passed with flying colors.
The job offer came in at $13.00 an hour.
I previously made $39,000 doing the same job.
The starting wage is the same for everyone, I was told. It would be $13.00 an hour with a $1.50 raise in three weeks.
They said they'd love me to work the weekends. Those are the days Michael is supposed to have the kids. I love working the weekends because I can see hypnosis clients during the week.
My ex won't be able to take the kids because of his living situation and lack of money. I'm not sure I should leave them home alone for so long.
Michael claimed that he made $12 an hour before he was fired (down from a $50,000 a year job). He also claimed that it was impossible for him to live on this money even with a subsidized room and no car payment. When he made that salary, I was paying for his auto insurance. He was a given my mini-van.
If he couldn't make it on $12 an hour, I must be deluding myself thinking I can make it on $13.
I realized that I probably couldn't support a household on that amount of money. I also realized that I owed it to my ex to make a decent wage so he didn't have to scramble to pay his court ordered child support.
I TURNED DOWN the job.
That was tough for me because I adore this company and I am probably one of their happiest clients. The interview process only made me like them more.
I hope I didn't do something stupid.
My salary would have been $10 more a week than unemployment. I guess, right now, I need to support my family rather than work for pleasure.
I decided to keep pushing forward on the job search. This time, I won't believe the compensation that they post in the ads. The ad stated that the wage for this job began at $16.
I guess not.
Everyone is looking for a bargain.
The problem is that we get what we pay for.
Love ya lots,
S.