Worst. Month. Ever.
I didn't work a single day that month.
Not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't find any work.
Come February just checking the mail was an open invitation for a stress induced stomach ache.
(I know Peter likes to say that what I earn is nothing compared to his student loans- cause they pay the rent- but believe me, utilities and food become a very big deal when there's no money for them.)
Toward the end of February I had a job, and was even earning some income painting- yipee!
But back to January- I put out over a hundred resumes in the city.
That was four months ago.
Now I am getting job offers all the time.
and I can't stop accepting them.
I worked 75 hours last week across three jobs.
I got another offer today.
I just can't decide what to do- each one has it's own benefits and disadvantages.
I guess I'm just afraid of saying no to a job, then losing the work I have and being right back in January again.