A new year, and a new me…or something

Ya, my new years.  Already five days into it.  And I don’t know where this year will take me.

In a quick recap, I started 2004 off with a wave of, oh, what is the adjetive… excitement? The feeling that anything could happen, and we’ll see what happenes!

When I started off 2004, I was waiter/student.  I had the next 5 years mapped out.  I was going to be a nurse and make lots and lots of money.  Nevermind that I really can’t stand the sight of blood, or that I would hate wiping up people’s shit for a living.  That’s okay, it’s a respectible profession, and I will be respectable, damn it.

Then I got this job here at Epicure. And. It. Took. Over. My. Life.  I am working from 9 am-around 10ish everynight. I go home, and go to bed, just to wake up and do it all over again.  I miss Mike.  I miss a home life.

This last couple of weeks, having a 3 day weekend here and there has shown me, that I miss home.  I miss hanging out with my husband.

Here’s the shitty thing: No paid time off, if I don’t work I don’t get tips.  Even though I am working like 60 hours every week.

So after much internal (and external) dialogue i came up with a a solution: I need to find another job.  Wow. That was pretty difficult for me to type.  I think part of the reason that I haven’t written in here is the fact that I was scared to admit it, and if I started typing away my subconcious would pop up and I would have to face it.  Well, I am finally ready to face it.

So here’s what I did: I had an interview today with The Old Spaghetti Factory.  A position popped up, and I had a full scale 1 1/2 interview with the district manager and General Manager of the one I used to work at.  I have excellent references and stuff like that, so we will see what happens.

Now if they offer me the position… I have no idea what I’m going to tell Charlie and Matt.  I love working here, I love my job, but I can’t work these hours anymore for what I make.  If I stay here, it will ruin my relationship, simply by the time it is forcing Mike and I to be apart.   I think it will end my friendship with the boys since they will most likely consider this a personal attack/rejection.

On the flip side, I will be limited to a 5 day 10 hour schedule, a guranteed 2 days off in a row, paid vacation, full medical/dental benefits, and way more than I make now. Yes, we are talking like thousands of dollars more than I make now (I make SHIT now)

The District Manager said he would be calling me within the next day or so.  All I can do now is wait.