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     This week went on and on. Slowly. It seemed to have no end. It was one of those weeks for me where I lost track of time, thought I was a day ahead of myself, began to reference things that happened days ago and was corrected with "That was yesterday." It was a sucky week, to say the least. Now, yes, it is true, that by reading my blog you may think that every week is sucky in the life of me, and as I assure you, that is mostly true, this one was worse. Why, you ask? Because I got a new job,
     A new job?! Isn't that everything you've always wanted? Why yes, yes it is. But I asked, and I received. I hear my eight year old nice yelling "be careful what you wish for" in my head, I started my new job on Tuesday, racking up some more hours, which is great. I love money. The problem is, that I absolutely love it. I love everything about it. Okay, I've only had two days, but so far, I love it. I love not smelling like burgers and mustard when I get home. I love that I can dress up, and do my hair and makeup, I love that I can have a bottle of water on the job (this is one luxury I have been deprived of for too long), I love that talking is not forbidden, and if I have to use the restroom I can without having to consult a manager. I love that when it's time for me to leave, I can. I don't have to ask permission like i'm four, I don't have to stay over just because my replacement isn't there, I can just leave. This new job is absolutely glorious.
     So what, you ask, is the problem? Well remember my last blog post, the one about me being crazy? Maybe not, maybe you skipped that one, so i'll explain. Well, in a moment of weakness, some would call it a minor mental breakdown, I applied for management at Foodies. This was before I got my new job, of course. I was thinking, "hey, i'm a broke college student who could use more money and more hours, so management." I then came to the realization that my boss is a shithead who doesn't like me and would probably throw away my application anyways, and took this job. Well now, loving, absolutely loving, my new job, I have been offered a management position officially.
     Excuse the crap out of me but sense when do things actually go my way? Never, that's when. So now i'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. Where the hell do I turn? My new job is seasonal, with a SLIGHT chance I may get hired in officially. Do I bank on that? Do I throw away more money, and an actual opportunity for a chance at happiness? Do I throw away a better income, the chance to move out of my house, independence, more experience, a better resume, on happiness? I've been with Foodies for two years now, I'm sure I can handle more. Or if I stay now, will I be stuck? Just like some of my managers now, who planned on only doing it through college, and here they are fifteen years later? So what is it? Happiness or stability? Its been a bad week.