Dan and Phil... My Daddies

Jobs, Money, and Big Girl Things

Several days have passed since I agreed to live here. I've been wearing borrowed clothes, eating their food, sleeping on their couch and I feel so incredibly guilty. It's eating me alive. I have been responsible to pay for all my own things since I moved out of my parents house years ago. It was hard. Really hard. But I can't stand the idea of living here and not contributing in anyway. So I have to get a job. Any job will do.

I'll have to borrow one of the computers to start looking and send out my resume. Thankfully it's all saved on google so even though that prick stole my laptop I will be able to access all my documents. My old boss agreed to be a reference when I left the company to move here. I'll have to give her a call to be sure she is still okay with it. I've been working at her daycare for a long time and we have grown quite close. I'm sure she will be more than happy to put in a good word for me. Ideally, I'd love to get another daycare job, but I will settle for anything.

"Phil, do you think I could borrow your laptop this morning for about an hour? I'm going to apply for some jobs." I ask after breakfast.

"Of course you can Cee, but you know you don't need to worry about finding a job. We are very happy taking care of you, and" he looked away kind of sheepishly "youtubers do make good money."

"I need to have a job Phil. I really appreciate you guys helping me out, but I feel like a terrible person. Like I'm taking advantage of you or something. Plus having a job will help get me out of the house. I don't do well without a schedule and having a job will help me get back on my feet."

"Well, if that is what's going to make you feel better, then of course I think you should apply to some places. We will have to go out and get you an interview outfit. I don't think you should show up in my old sweets and dans tee." I blush at those words "Where are you thinking of applying?"

"Well, anywhere would work, but I love working with kids. I've been working at a daycare since I was 16, and before that I volunteered every summer. Do you know any daycares close by? It would be best if I could walk, but I can always take the bus or the train if I need to."

We spent the morning searching the web for the closest reputable daycares. I sent my resume to each. I sent a text to my old boss who agreed to be a reference for me. Day care jobs are weird. I have had to apply for them several times, whenever I would move. Sometimes they dont get back to you for a week, and sometimes they are so short staffed that they want you to come in the next day for an interview. That happened this time. Phil took me out to find an interview outfit, and agreed to let me pay him back with my first paycheck. By the next afternoon I had a job. I've always been lucky in that sense. I get jobs easily, at least daycare jobs. Working with kids is what I love doing, maybe because I'm so much like them. I start my job next Monday.

This is good. A lot of littles on social media always seem to want someone to do absolutely no everything for them. Thats not me. I want to be able to have a job and my own money. I want to be able to take care of myself if I have to. I just want someone there to help me when things are hard. To baby me after my big girl work is done. I want to contribute to society during the day, and be able to be taken care of afterwards. I think this will be just what I need to feel  myself again.