She works hard for the money

It's spring break at the university this week, but I started my second job on Monday.

I'll be working ~20hrs a week at an office building downtown. It's the first time that I've worked in a large office building. I have to sign in everyday and I'm using a cubicle. I hate to admit it, but I used to play office when I was a little girl. There's something exciting for me about having the office accoutrements.

I say using the cubicle, because it's not necessarily "mine" per se. The job should last for a few months, and then we might set up something a little more permanent. The creepy thing though is that the cubicle used to belong to a woman that recently passed away.

My first day was Monday, and as the woman I'm working with began to excitedly introduce me to everyone, they kept asking where they put me. When she told them, they all did the "ohhh" face.

None of her personal effects are still there, because they've been cleaned out. But there are old post-its here and there, and all of her binders and things are still there. I boxed a few of the things up and cleaned it up a bit. The space is mine to use until they fill her position again.

Tomorrow I'm going to bring in a few post-cards to liven the cube up a bit.

It's been fine working there this week because I haven't been teaching. I have neglected my grading though, so I wonder how things are going to be when I'm doing both jobs. The extra money is going to be great though.

I just banged up my car. Yes, again. But it's bad this time. It's funny how when you start bringing in more money you always have something else to spend it on. Thankfully my deductible is $250, but hopefully I'm done hitting stationary objects.