Haunted when the minutes drag.

My room mate found a new full-time job. I'm so excited for her because she needed to find a full time job that paid a decent amount, so she could pay her bills and rent on time with out borrowing money. It was never her plan to be in the situation she was, but never the less it always happens to the best people. So a while ago she found this part time job that is pretty awesome and super easy and pays decent but not well enough for the fact that the job is for 20 hours a week no more/no less. So technically she could have paid rent and bills with the amount she made, but that would have been it! The job only grosses $1000 a month.

Hello cost of living San Francisco style!

Our Apartment is $2250 a month not including utilities and maybe we want to eat too. They kept talking about how after the dot.com crashes back in the mid to late 90's would bring down the property rates, but that was just a big fucking lie. It doesn't matter though. I manage.

Now here comes the relevant part of the story... So She's leaving her part time job and she told them about me, at my request. I already have a full time job and am looking for a part time job. So I'm perfectly content working 20 hours. I don't want any more. Plus I'm a kick-ass employee. I'll be working some 10 hour days but that's not all that bad. It'll be worth it to make nearly 3k a month, instead of just 2k. I could actually pay off my bills, and not just promise too. Oh and think of all the shopping I could do. Oh that is bad thinking. bad, bad, bad!

So Thursday at 11 I have my interview. This means I need to go and sit down with my current boss and his assistant and give them my new work schedule. Maybe I should type up a proposal now...