Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea

I have been writing in a gratitude journal lately as a way to combat insomnia. Yesterday "electricity" was at the top of the list.

The power went out when I was in the shower. I had been working around the house all morning and was waiting to put myself together closer to my afternoon job interview. I wasn't sure my hair would air dry in time, but it did. It dried to a sad, lifeless state of blah. Oh well.

I went to this interview because I am still kinda looking for something, maybe part-time and definitely nothing that would take away from the key hours of my business (evenings and weekends). I now have a job offer. As long as I want to work 35-45 hours a week, without benefits, sometimes 7 days a week, sometimes until 9pm, and for $6.75/hour.

I could probably make a few demands, arrange it so that it is not so bad, but there is one factor I can't say yes to: She really wants someone to, well, micro-manage. I don't know how else to put it. I operate best with a list, a time-frame and freedom to get it done.

So, I will say no in faith that there is something else out there.