So I informed my boss the other day that I had decided that I would be cutting back on my classes so that I could keep coming to work. As casually as if my roommate were informing me that no, I didn't need to go out because he'd already picked up milk, she tells me that it won't be necessary, because the hours would be heavily reduced in February anyway, and there would be no trouble keeping me under 20 hours per week.
Awesome. It would have been great to know this before I spent weeks freaking out about it, but still, awesome. So now I just need to find a permanent job, preferably back in St Louis, and I'll finally be ready to take my life off pause.
Things are looking up.
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