Today, I was a substitute lunch lady.
Really.
My husband has been getting on my back about getting a part time job.
I have no desire to work retail, I am way too blunt for that.
I also really love my current life of leisure. I mean: my life of errands, laundry, dinner, and kids.
So in order to still be there for the kids as well as the house while at the same time making slightly above minimum wage, I decided to see what I could do for the school system.
My first step was to apply to be a substitute teacher. There are a lot of those though, but I am in the system. While I was waiting to be oriented, I continued to volunteer in the lunchroom.
I LOVE volunteerig in the lunchroom. The kids are themselves. It is a happy time, and you can sneak in some lessons when they're not looking. And it's a little loud, so I blend right in.
While I was volunteering, a friend of mine who was also Jonny's preschool teacher asked me if I would be willing to work in a lunch room. Turns out her friend is a site director of a cafeteria, and she has a terrrible time finding people who want to work just 4 hours a day. That's my ideal! I mean, hello? I still need to get my nap in before the little angels come off the bus.
When I told her I hadn't worked in food service since college, she told me "Well, I believe that you are highly capable."
You know what? So do I!
So I'm in. Full disclosure: I may have snickerred when I got through the food service system. When the person that hired me asked for my high school diploma and seemed confused that I had no idea how to get it, until I offered up my college transcripts and then it was her time to be confused. "Um yeah, college transcripts would work". Right.
But I loved it. I love food service. I love the bigness of it. I LOVE the industrial dishwasher. I love wearing a ball cap to work. I love the energy, how you are always moving for 4 straight hours. I love older women who call me "Honey". I love being useful.
The kids are good too. They were helpful, personable, funny. And they moved quickly. Yay!
And then it was over. Quick and dirty. Nothing to worry about or take home with you. Sign out and see you tomorrow. Fabulous.
For the first tme in 6 years I had a job and earned a check, and it was really fun.
All except for the shoes. I really hate sensisble black shoes.
