An answered prayer

So, I stopped in the bead store today to pick up some silver. I hadn't been in in about a month, so I was catching up with the owner. He told me that Anita, one of his two salesladies, had left to retire, and her replacement couldn't work the full week. He'd been having a really hard time finding someone to cover the shifts left over.

"What days?"

"Wednesday and any other day you want."

"I'll work for you."

"You're hired."

That was the whole interview process; I've been a loyal customer for two years now and he knows I know my way around the shop. I'm going in next Thursday for my first day, then I'll likely be working Tuesdays and Wednesdays, since Flissy and I moved Verve rehearsal to Thursday. No bead discount that he mentioned, but on the other hand, he's paying me well over minimum wage, or even the usual wage for retail in the area. I have to be there at 11am and I get off at 6pm, right about the time that Jason is passing the shop on his way home. And it's a 3 minute bus ride from a well lit and populated stop if he can't pick me up.

There is no bad here. It'll be a nice cushion for the winter and will ease my money worries considerably. And I'm working at a bead shop.

I need some celebratory wine.