Would you accept an offer of a fulltime job that is 15 miles away, a 40-minute drive barring traffic (unrealistic), is retail and pays $8 an hour?
Would you do it in snowy icy road conditions?
Would you do it if no other job was offered and you HAD to take it even if it meant financial drain, deficit and loss? (meaning that expenses, pared to the bone, exceeded income).
These are the questions I pose to readers and that I have been pondering since yesterday’s call from a retailer inviting me to an interview today.
The interview itself is roughly 30 miles / 45-minute drive away, a pricey drive in time and gas for a low-wage job.
The job site, though elsewhere, is across the city too, on the perimeter of the Denver metro sprawl which, incidentally, continues to rapidly claim outlying land and space. Consequently, distances are not to be considered lightly where jobs are concerned, particularly those low in pay and long in commute.
Not to lump them together but coincidentally tomorrow’s event is as far, in another direction, and it has the potential to return rewards fruitful, purposeful and restorative.
Not to lump them together. Noting only the odd timing of apples and oranges colliding.
(For reasons unpublished) I am not enthused about $8 an hour. That’s speaking conservatively. Those who know me, my history and life paths and twisting courses will understand why I in fact bristle and recoil. The issues, of course, extend far beyond one simple (wage) number.
We went ahead and scheduled the interview for 1 p.m., Johnny and I, with the caveat that if, after I google-mapped it, the distance between my residence and job site was found too great, we’d cancel.
I’ve done the math.
There are jobs that one can’t afford to take … jobs rendered unreasonable or unfeasible on the costs of fuel, wear and tear, travel time, nature of the commute. There are jobs where all factors in the equation add up to a peanut.
And that’s precisely the word and image center stage in my consciousness.
And yet a part of me grapples with the situation and hesitates to cancel. What if this is the ONLY potential offer presented? Remember, I’ve been unemployed and looking my heart out for three years. Interview offers have been scant, capital S-C-A-N-T. My optimism was devastated, my hope robbed, my esteem shattered, my survival threatened and in danger. In my former location. Speaking of work-search caveats! Like Rome, positivity and recovery are not built in a day.
And from the higher dimensional perspective, does not Spirit desire to extend a vessel overfloweth with water to the weary thirsting men and women escaped from slavery crawling the desert floor and not a mere teaspoon?
By accepting impoverishment and poverty, are you indeed refusing or missing abundance or potential thereof?
Many contemplations yesterday and this morn … many more questions than the little trio presented to readers … and I’m sincerely interested in your answers for yourself.