One of my November resolutions was to need the “job hunting” tag less frequently. (New Year’s resolutions are for conformists) For the most part, that’s worked out. I have some great clients and gigs right now, and no horror stories. But the Chinese school semester ended last week so I’m looking for some kind of summer work. I found a fun and interesting temp job, but I literally gasped when I was told how low the rate was.
I asked for a few days to think it over. One hand, fun and interesting! But on the other hand, how much will my self-esteem suffer by making what I made in high school? I laid out all the pros and cons to my mom on the phone.
“I think it all comes down to whether there’s a dress code,” I said, “The salary so ridiculously low that it’s barely worth the gas money to come in. If I have to buy khakis or something, it’s actually a money-losing proposition.”
“Well… you wouldn’t come to work in something skimpy or ratty, would you?”
“No. But you know, Mom, I think a job has to offer me health insurance to make me dress like an adult.”
