Indecisions, indecisions...
While my mom was here over the weekend, we stopped by one of my favorite stores in Salem. My better-looking half and I used to pop in all the time when we lived here, and after we moved, we'd stop by whenever we were passing through town. As a result, we're friends with the proprietor, who, by the way, has a history of having some of the worst luck you could possibly imagine. Really. Seriously bad luck. Getting-into-an-accident-that-ends-with-you-hanging-upside-down-in-your-car-in-the-middle-of-a-town-square kind of bad luck.
Anyway, getting back to the point, she asked me if I was interested in doing some data entry stuff. She's trying to get her store on a computerized inventory system so she can keep track of sales, among other things. I can name my price and my hours, and I have to admit, I'm feeling very conflicted about it. I would probably be going in after Henry's in bed for the night, which is usually around 8PM. I wouldn't ask for too much money, probably just minimum wage, which, given the hours I would end up being able to work during the week, wouldn't end up being very much. So the question is, why do it? On the one hand, she's had her share of bad luck, and at least if I did this, it would be one less thing she has to worry about. On the other hand, the few hours I get at the end of the day are the only ones during which I really get to do my own thing (my own thing lately being obsessively watching the last season of "Queer as Folk" on DVD and ohmygod what a season it is), because I'm always: cleaning, paying bills, doing laundry, collapsing from sheer exhaustion, during his two naps.
The other thing is, the guilt I feel over possibly not doing this would carry over if I *did* decide to do it in that if she should ever ask me to help out at the store if she was short staff, then I'd be faced with the exact same quandry. See how the indecision works? I'm worrying about scenario's that haven't happened in a job that I haven't accepted. I don't know what to do.