Job Thing Redux

Well I woke up this morning to my Mom calling me telling me I had to get up and get dressed, I had a job interview apparently. So I got up and grumbled to myself about how much this job is going to suck and how I don't want it and I should purposely sabotage my own interview.
(Aren't I a dear in the morning?) Well I got dressed and waited the 3 or so minutes for my Grandfather to pick me up and bring me to my "interview".

I should have known better, nobody just gets an interview right off. I went and filled out an application. Then came home. That's it, no interview, no job, nada. Can't say I'm terribly surprised, but I kind of expected that the job was going to be mine.

I managed to get a few details about the gig though. I'd be working 20 hour weeks. 2 hours every morning Monday through Friday and 2 hours in the afternoon. I'm free in between, before and after. It pays $8.50 an hour and they provide all transportation. The pay is crap, but hey, it's money.

If I get the job, I'll do it. But I'm going to keep my eyes open for an exit strategy. I need to start making enough money to support myself and possibly Zoey when she moves up. Not going to happen on $8.50 an hour.