Last Friday my boss called me and said "[Chairman] approached me today and mentioned the need to discuss cutting back on work-study hours." I had already talked to my boss about cutting two hours from my work week so I would have the time to study after Greek. I told her that cut would put me at 10 hours a week. She said she would talk to Chairman and get back to me, but wanted to let me know in case I needed to start looking somewhere else. I thanked her for letting me know and we hung up. Thoughts went racing through my brain. Where would I find a new job? I was worn out as it was working simply 12 hours a week. I could always go back to Shivers. Could I get away with no job? I could just take the bus, and never buy anything; That wouldn't be so bad, good thing I live at home. Because most of my paycheck comes from the government, I thought my job was secure through the budget cuts. Apparently not.
A few hours later, I was with a friend and we were trying to decide whether to see a movie that night. Spending a dollar seemed like so much, what if I didn't have a job next week? My last paycheck would be about $100. The phone rang and I hastily picked it up. My boss. Afraid of what she was going to say, I answered. "I talked to [Chairman] and he agreed with the 10 hours a week, and that it is nice to have you in the office while I'm in class. There are other work-studies that he is going to assess, but he is happy with your hours." A monster of relief suddenly swallowed my body.
I have a job, and I am incredibly grateful.
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Our principal has reminded us of that when he announced the likelihood that we'd be getting a cut in pay next year. No one is happy to year that they'll be getting less money than before, but less money is better than no money.
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