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Seriously. I'm so content with my life but my wallet is way too thin. My full time employment at the preschool doesn't resume for another 5 weeks so I'm seeking a second job. Time is my most limiting factor. To avoid paying for childcare (which would negate the income produced by a second job) and to accommodate my preschool hours I can work Monday through Friday between 4:00 am and 2:00 pm and anytime weekends. I'm looking for something part time that I can continue working evenings and weekends during the school year. Anyone know of any Tucson area jobs or any telecommuting jobs? Seeking suggestions, networking, brainstorming. I'll do pretty much anything.


Ana said…
Sometimes I think contentment = wallet-too-thin. The thicker the wallet, the less time for contentment. In mathematics we call that an inverse correlation, and, personally, I think you have the most valuable side of the equation. =]

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