The Devil You Know

Two weeks ago I got a call from a former co-worker - someone I had worked with on and off over the years at the company where I was just laid off. Her boss was looking for a contractor to work on a project for 90 days, and she thought I'd be interested. She described the job to me, I called her boss to discuss it, went in 2 days later to finalize details including hourly salary and lo and behold, I am employed again.

I have mixed emotions about this job for a few reasons. First, I am back at the same company who has now laid me off twice in the last 9 years. Second, I was really enjoying my time at home with Jordyn, but unfortunately staying home full time isn't in the cards with a new house. There are a host of other reasons but those are the 2. While I know I have to work, I am at the point in my life where I am not sure I want a career. My first priority is being a mom to Jordyn, and if I can find a job that pays well and lets me do that then I am happy. This job allows me to do both those things. I am making pretty good money and can have a flexible schedule. Also, there is a comfort level and familiarity that is there since I have been at that company for 9 years. There is no learning curve or first week on the job jitters. I was able to jump right in and get started.

Of course, the economy is still in the shitter and this job is temporary for now. Also, the same BS exists at the company, just like it did before. The reality is, most companies have the same BS so I'd rather know about the BS beforehand so I can be prepared. A good friend told me, its the devil you know. And I'd rather know that sneaky bastard so I can get ready for him to bite me in the ass again. At least I'll have a house to live in and money in the bank.