I just got off work. Six hours of dealing with drunks after a very long day, all for less than minimum wage, thanks to the glory of working as a contractor. I should be asleep right now. My second day of Math 111 is tomorrow; it's my last chance to take this class, the last time I signed up for it I left school without dropping any classes, so this grade is permanent.
But, I can't quit this job. It weighs on my conscience. The man I work for is diabetic, and the doctors tell him that he won't live long. He has several children that he can barely afford to feed. I know I'm underpaid, considering what he earns for every night that I work for him, but I can't ask him for more because I know how dire his circumstances are. I work two nights a week, and they're his only nights off.
It's part time work, but it's the only work I have, and I suppose need it. I have bills above and beyond my limited means, and though I loathe the usurers that live off my plight, it's still my responsibility to pay. So, when he needs me to work, I work, even if it's a ripoff. I like him, and I can't imagine his family losing everything. I should pay my bills too, I suppose.
The reason he needs me to work tonight is even more dire than ever. His wife is in the hospital. She's been having seizures for the last two days. The doctors don't know why, or when she'll be able to go home. He's there with her, trying his best to take care of her and their children. I know they don't have private insurance and that they can't pay for their care. I think she's on Medicaid or the Oregon Health Plan. I hope so, because if not, this will devastate them.
Anyway, that leaves me here, less than four hours before I have to be awake again. I just took my medication that usually puts me out for eight hours. Dangerous, but it's my only hope of getting any sleep at all. I have to trust that my alarm clock and my family, who are nice enough to help me, will be enough to wake me up.
I hope my boss's wife is okay. I know it's hard for him on what he brings in. It's not a middle class income, and he's supporting five people. Every day he has to get someone to cover his shift is another dent in his limited income - even though he pays us a small amount, it's a third of what he would earn. As hard as it is for for me to work for so little, I appreciate it, and try to keep in mind that he's trying to help me when he asks me to work for him. He could be giving the money to somebody else.
A part of me asks, what about me? Well, I made these decisions. It's up to me to make it work out from here. With luck, I'll be asleep soon, and awake on time. It's only the second day, so maybe class won't be that hard.
Time to go lay down. I might have to work again tomorrow. I should be asleep right now.