I left my most recent job to plant a new church to do things a lot differently and had to find a part time job to help make up the difference between my old salary and what I get paid as the pastor of a tiny church plant (at least narrow the gap). I was really hoping to work as a receptionist - there were several positions open around here that were 8-1 or 9-2 each day that paid fairly well, but I never got any of them (the ones I followed up with stated they thought I'd be bored/overqualified and wanted someone invested in the job - I think they just weren't keen on a 30 year old dude being the office eye candy). The job search was rough. Granted, I was only looking for part time, so I could do my other job and really wasn't available on weekends (my wife works then), but I ended up having to get an acquaintance to pull some strings to get a job at a restaurant a step above fast food known for their bread and soup.
It's not bad - the job's not hard and I like working with people (and I'm very passionate about being able to afford insurance and food for my kids), but I do have some twinges of pride that make me want to explain that this isn't my only (or even primary) job sometimes - like when I saw someone I graduated with from Wake (but didn't know well) -I felt a need to assure them that 11 years removed form Wake, this was not where I ended up as a career.
