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Oh, didn't I mention?

So I have 3 jobs now. It's gonna get intense--especially this week with Black Friday looming monolithically. I'm still not entirely sure why I'm doing this to myself, but I'm sure I've got a plan.

So as many of you have inferred, I've been working at American Eagle Outfitters for over a year. Though it's been tough at times, it's still fun, and I've learned a lot.

Then I picked up visual merchandising gig at Macy's, it was short term, but it was fun and different. It led to job #2: I've been picked up to do recovery & replenishment at Macy's. It's something I had to get good as well as fast at doing at AE, so frankly the actual tasking isn't so hard as the figuring out what to fix up and keeping up my stamina/focus.

Then job 3 came along, half outta nowhere. Parker works over at PacSun as a keyholder/assistant manager (whoo! :D), and now our friend Jeremiah manages the store. People from my AE have flocked to our mall's PacSun to get second jobsesz. At first I joked I'd never deign to betray my AE pride--especially as I already had two jobs. But then Jer asked and asked again, and offered I could just do "impact" if I wanted. So basically--visual merchandising.


And thus, without having to do any work for it, I acquired job 3. It isn't much--probably only a shift or so a week--but still. Actually, none of them really amounts to much beyond shittons of hours at barely above minimum wage--but it's a start! Or a step up. Or a good final chapter to my adventures in retail.

Because I'm not sure I'll continue in retail much longer after this holiday season. Partly, I already know how dead things'll turn right after New Year's. But partly because, as I've blogged about plenty already, I'm kinda sick of this erratic, badly paying stuff. You know, I'd like a life.

But the funny thing is, working at Macy's and AE, I've discovered I'm a lot more capable of handling all these hours than I'd feared; I've been scared to explore other job opportunities for fear I'd be too exhausted to maintain either job. Turns out, so far anyway, it kinda feels...easier? Weird.

So if I can manage roughly 40hours or hard, barely paid work, I might actually enjoy working 30 hours of moderate, better paid work. Nyeh? Could be. I'm still a bit scared though, even if I know I don't need to be. Meanwhile, I'm gonna glut out on my last day off before the 'nightmare' begins....
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