As I wrote last time, all of my girls quit their jobs without having another one lined up. Like I said, scary.
DD22 will be 23 next month and has worked since she was 16. She left the world of retail last fall and went to work for an insurance company. In their in-bound call center. Can you say stressful?
At the same time, she moved in with her boyfriend, a brittle diabetic. He ended up in Intensive Care the day before Halloween. Her work was terrific, and she juggled time off, work and caring for him. In December, she got sick. To this day, we have no idea what the issue was. She got better, returned to work, and kept on truckin’. She burned out around Easter.
Since she felt confident that she’d be able to at least find work at a convenience store, she quit at the beginning of May. She is now on the verge of panic. Finally she landed a part-time housecleaning gig that may just pay enough to keep her afloat!
She and her boyfriend work flea markets and computer shows in New England. Fortunately this past weekend was quite profitable for them.
I have long desired that my girls would be self-employed, if not outright entrepreneurs, so I was excited when she told me that they plan to add a brick and mortar store. On Monday she found a storefront that would be ideal. God only knows what the rent will be, since it is in a town that goes wild for the summer months, August in particular.
It is hard for her to, as she says, “feel like a leech” by paying her bills with her boyfriend’s money. We are helping her, and ourselves, by taking over the insurance and car payments on her vehicle in return for its use. Once her debt is gone, she will relax.
As long as she incurs no new debt.