Am I a Whiner?

I submitted my time card Wednesday. I knew when I took this job it was a part-time gig, but when I looked at my income for the month (the time card calculates that, cool huh) I thought to myself, self, you gotta do something more. I have a fill-in gig slated at a great docs office, but that's sporadic. So, what am I to do? This is the second interview I got in six months, and the first job offer. I'm hanging on to this job for sure. But it's not paying the bills. And I just don't have it in me to do enough massages that would fill in the very large budget hole. One of the reasons I took this gig was the supervisor said she wanted to get a full-time person, probably next year. I would have a good shot at the full-time job. But...what to do between now and then. And next year when...middle of the year, end of the year? I just don't know. So while keeping this job, I continue to look for other possibilities. There is one I'm going to apply for at the college. I don't qualify exactly, but I meet most of the qualifications. I don't know what else to do. I can't keep going like this, that's for sure.

I thank the good Lord for this job, for the good people I work with, for the pleasant surroundings, and for the income. Now I have breathing room to look around. Once again I am on the hunt for a good job that can support the lifestyle I'd like to become accustomed to.

In other news, Dad and Carmen are hanging in there. They seem to be slipping a little each week. They both are skinny. On a sad and stressful note, Carmen's sister Sharon passed away this week after she fell and broke her hip. This tragedy was sudden and unexpected. Carmen had been helping Sharon's children with all that needs to be done. And little brother Kevin successfully underwent double by-pass surgery on both legs on Monday. They cut him from his sternum to his pubic bone and two little zipper cuts on both upper legs. He's recovering well and may be able to come home today.

Other than that, autumn is well and truly here. The trees in surrounding orchards are dancing in the wind wearing their fancy red and golden dresses, their last hurrah before they go to sleep for the winter. And the only things left in the garden are four little pumpkins that will need to come in soon. There is only one with some green on it; the rest are bright orange. Pumpkin pie, here I come.