Reflections from Halo Quin

On a whim, when we arrived back in my home town, I applied for a job.

I just had a phonecall asking if I still wanted it.

The honest answer is not really.

But.

Money would be useful, and I can do it, and if it turns out to be too much work with my studies I can quit.

So theres no real harm in taking the offer.

I do it, it goes fine, I get money. I win.

I do it, its horrible, I quit, I get a little bit of cash and a story. I win.

Win-win situation.

So why am I panicking?

I really like being unemployed during term time. I like being able to concentrate on studies and crafting and beign a student. I won't get many other chances to live like this I expect. I know I'll have to work in the future, but I don't really want to.

And its in a fish and chip shop. Although I'll apparently be working the till mostly.

*shrugs*

Informal interview type thing tomorrow afternoon.

It'll get sorted I'm sure.

Interesting aside... I guess this highlights interesting things about me and money. I'd rather not have money than get it in a way I don't enjoy. Huh. Guess I shouldn't take the job then. We'll see.