Last night, in the space of half an hour, I had to make a tough decision:
Stay with my part-time job at the coffeehouse, where I love the people and the job but that has an uncertain future. Or, take a temp-to-permanent job from the staffing agency with a clothing warehouse. It’s not too much of a manual labor job–it’s basically inventory checking. Even if it doesn’t become permanent, it’s full-time with overtime for the duration of the job.
So… last night, I called the coffeehouse and told them I couldn’t come in the next day or… any day thereafter. I feel awful about it–not just quitting at such short notice, but leaving them at all. I was homesick today for the familiar. My coffeehouse coworkers are the only people I know in South Carolina besides my neighbors and people in the Clemson math department.
I really hope it was the right call, but only time will tell.