Employment
Apr. 25th, 2006 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sadlikeknivesHoly cow, I think I got a job.
My friend Katie works at the Unitarian church, in their nursery. Actually, I think she's in charge of the nursery, because she's the one that hired me. She needs someone to watch some kids. Basically one kid, a four-year-old who Katie says mostly entertains herself. I'd be getting paid ten dollars an hour, couple of hours on Sundays. So basically, pocket money, but it is a job, and something I can actually put on a resume.
My mother is concerned for several reasons.
1. This probably means I'm going to have to come back to Tuscaloosa every Sunday during the summer, even when I'm not in summer school. Katie and I haven't ironed out all the details yet. It was a discussion over painting stuff at Russian club, not, like, a formal interview.
2. While this gets me out of having to attend my family's crazy Southern Baptist church (basically, we go because my great-grandmother is 93 and would be very upset by any of us leaving) it means that, again, I have to come back to Tuscaloosa in time for Sunday morning services, cutting short my visits home and meaning I'd miss out on Sunday dinner.
3. My mom is concerned that the Unitarians are "wacky." To which I responded, "They're paying me ten bucks an hour to watch kids. I don't care if they're sacrificing goats out back." (They're not, I checked).
4. Combining 2 and 3, when my parents' pastor gets word of where I'm working and figures out that the Unitarians are the "wacky" ones (please, God, do not let this happen), he will preach thinly veiled sermons on my sinfulness for at least six weeks. Whee!
My friend Katie works at the Unitarian church, in their nursery. Actually, I think she's in charge of the nursery, because she's the one that hired me. She needs someone to watch some kids. Basically one kid, a four-year-old who Katie says mostly entertains herself. I'd be getting paid ten dollars an hour, couple of hours on Sundays. So basically, pocket money, but it is a job, and something I can actually put on a resume.
My mother is concerned for several reasons.
1. This probably means I'm going to have to come back to Tuscaloosa every Sunday during the summer, even when I'm not in summer school. Katie and I haven't ironed out all the details yet. It was a discussion over painting stuff at Russian club, not, like, a formal interview.
2. While this gets me out of having to attend my family's crazy Southern Baptist church (basically, we go because my great-grandmother is 93 and would be very upset by any of us leaving) it means that, again, I have to come back to Tuscaloosa in time for Sunday morning services, cutting short my visits home and meaning I'd miss out on Sunday dinner.
3. My mom is concerned that the Unitarians are "wacky." To which I responded, "They're paying me ten bucks an hour to watch kids. I don't care if they're sacrificing goats out back." (They're not, I checked).
4. Combining 2 and 3, when my parents' pastor gets word of where I'm working and figures out that the Unitarians are the "wacky" ones (please, God, do not let this happen), he will preach thinly veiled sermons on my sinfulness for at least six weeks. Whee!
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Date: 2006-04-26 05:57 am (UTC)I don't care if they're sacrificing goats out back." (They're not, I checked).
I just got the best mental image of you siddling out the back and checking for bloodstains. Hee.
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Date: 2006-04-26 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 07:13 am (UTC)BTW, print this out and give it to someone at the Unitarian church. Observe the reaction. I'm not sure I buy the "We don't sacrifice goats" thing yet. TEST THEM!
Now with a working link! Hopefully.
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Date: 2006-04-26 07:20 am (UTC)Damn! I feel so ripped off...
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Date: 2006-04-26 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 10:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 01:10 pm (UTC)Some of my husband's family are Unitarians, and they're all relatively normal. It's very free-to-be-you-and-me. No goat sacrifice.