I have to admit, last week was rough. I spent more time waiting to be called into work than actually working, which was a monumental waste of time. (I know, I know… how rough can life be when you live on the beach? But how can I afford to live on the beach without a paycheck?)
I tried to make the best of it by maintaining a positive attitude and maximizing my beach time, but all of that waiting still took its toll. It did nothing for my sense of self-worth, and even less for my pocketbook. I started to feel like a desperate lover, staring at my silent phone, willing it to ring, and bring me the news I was yearning to hear. But, alas, all of this longing was in vain. I only managed to nab two shifts, which does not equal a full workweek.
I’m fully aware this is one of the major pitfalls to working agency, and that summertime usually brings a decreased census for all of the local hospitals, thus less work for free-lancers like me, but last week was ridiculous. And this week isn’t looking much more promising, either. Last night was lucky, but tonight has only provided more of the same nothingness. Agh! At this rate, I may have to take up being a beach bum as my official profession.
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