Non-catering

 Okay, Gretchen, this is for you.

I've promised my little sister (Big Brothers / Big Sisters), now friend, Gretchen, that I'd start to blog again. Among Grethie's many wonderful qualities, she's stubborn and persistent. If I didn't start blogging tonight, she'd be on me until I did. 

I catered tonight. Not really, though I call it catering. "Catering" is more socially acceptable than working for a food service temp agency. You go to hotels, conference centers, and, as in tonight, college cafeterias, and fill in their work force. Yes, the benefit is that I can say "no" anytime. They text me pretty often because I've been with them a while (and there's a shortage of workers overall). I've met some cool people who have expanded my view of Savannah and life in general. 

As I was coming on my shift today at 3:15 PM, I saw Mary leaving. Mary looked like she had aged years, and I had to look a couple times to see if it was her. We worked together when I first began in late 2019. A few months after that (before COVID hit), I thought that she'd quit. She was helping her son with his hotel by managing the breakfast business, which I assumed would be her last gig before retirement. She didn't look up to say hello today, but she had kind of checked out from socializing the last time I'd seen her. 

It's time for a change. Can I make enough money without "catering" and other similar jobs? I've really needed this job at times, but hopefully I'm getting to the point where I can invest more time in areas where I can make more money. Mary was one of many signs to change while I can. I bet that she only works for the agency once in a while, anyway.