Slow, painful death

My Real Boss (a.k.a. the guy that runs the kitchen at the camp) finally posted a schedule for the rest of November. I am working Friday night and both mornings next weekend and I have no idea how I'll survive. I worked 5 hours Saturday night, then I had to work yesterday morning from 6 to 9 and I was WORTHLESS the rest of the day. How am I going to survive working all three days!?!?! If this were my only job (oh what a pleasant thought!) it would be a piece of cake, but I can't work 40 hours at the Day Job then spend an entire weekend at the Real Job!

So, I've decided I'll work all these hours this weekend since its probably too late for him to find someone else, but I'll have to tell him I can't do it again. Especially next month. I know we're going to be busy with banquets but I've got the full time job from hell, Christmas shopping and wedding plans to contend with PLUS, I need to finish my dining room remodel and clean up my house for an appraisal so I can get it refinanced. WHEW!

But first, I REALLY need to call my instructor and find out if these hours will count toward the 220 hours I need to fulfill the intership requirement. It will be difficult for me to get them all in one semester- I'm sure I could do it but don't really want to attempt it, you know? If he decides to be a butthead and refuse them because I didn't ask permission I'll be ticked. Or if he decides the job isn't suitable, which is possible, I'll be really ticked. He's got to understand that I have limited options and can't make a 2 hour round trip drive for a part time job. If I could quit this darn office job and work full time in foodservice I'd do it in a heartbeat, but I'd like to keep my house and car. Food and clothing would be good things, too.

I just keep telling myself it will all be worth it in the end. I'll get the experience I need, hopefully establish a good reputation and eventually find a job I like.