I was really getting depressed about things and our finances were aggravating the problem. Despite the need for money, I knew it was very important for the boys that I stay home with them. I suggested to Paul Timber‘s brilliant idea of working daycare at a gym (it had the added bonus that maybe I’d be able to work on my love handles at a discount) but he vetoed it saying that it just didn’t feel right. Anytime I brought it up he countered with “if you really want to do daycare you shouldn’t work for someone else for peanuts but just start your own.” It was a sure-fire way to shut me up.
I logged a lot of hours on careerbuilder.com and other job sites, looking for things I could do from home. I didn’t care if it was mind-numbing data-entry. I just wanted something I could do without shipping the kids off to daycare (because if I was going to do that I’d might as well renew my teaching certificate, get a California license, and go back to teaching.)
I was getting desperate and almost signed up for a scam medical transcription company. Finally I checked Craigslist even though previous experience had shown me that the site was more scams than anything else by now. The listing was written for me: private tutoring for a boy starting CVHS, 5-6pm daily.
I responded. I didn’t even have to think twice about my boys — I would need babysitting for less than an hour before Paul came home. The man (father of potential student) replied quickly and we exchanged a few emails that morning and scheduled an interview that evening.
Then he wrote back saying he had forgotten that he had something else going on that night and could I please meet at his workplace instead? He sent me the address which was near here, on San Fernando Blvd, and explained there was no suite number as it was a two-story warehouse.
Briefly I panicked. What was I doing meeting a stranger at a warehouse in Atwater? Certainly I would leave the address with Angela (the neighbour watching the boys) and Paul. If I was not home by 5:35 they should call the cops.
I checked out his company from his email address and found a photo of the warehouse on the website. My fears were assuaged, I was meeting at a real place.
On the drive over I prayed that he and I would both know immediately if it was a good fit. I knew before I got out of the car that I had the job. The interview was a formality to make sure I was on board after hearing about his son, and to make sure I was interested in staying for the whole four years. I told him, honestly, that we had no plans for the future but that my husband liked his job.
He didn’t seem to blink at the number I requested for my rate. (Haha, because it’s the same amount I charged 4 years ago in Virginia!) I should have asked for more. Oh well, I will next year.
That was two weeks ago. It marked a major turnaround in my moods, just knowing that while my gig wouldn’t take us out of the hole, it would help. It felt good to know that I was helping.
I’ve worked three days already. I like the boy, Daniel, and I think we relate well. It’s not hard work, but it’s enough that I feel like a grownup.
I’ve already learned my first Korean word, An-Yang, it means hello. (I hope he’s learned something from me, too!)