I, of course, said yes to his job offer. It didn't pay much, but it was really flexible, and just about the number of hours that I needed, without being too much.
It was a great job, and I have to say, it never really felt like a job. It always felt like I was just serving at the church. Especially when the paychecks started getting direct deposited... Then I didn't really see any of the pay.
My boys came to work with me almost 50% of the time. Most of the time they would just hang out, but I would always try to give them a little job or two to do. My oldest was really turning out to be a good worker. He had learned how to do almost every job that I did. He was such a good help that when I brought them with me, it would cut my time in half. My yougest couldn't do as much, but he had amazing intentions. He always wanted to help, so I would give him a little job or two to do.
They wanted to come in with me because it was the last time, so I took them to Sonic to celebrate the final day of cleaning at the church. We worked together one more time. It was alright.
I have to admit, I am feeling a little sad about the end of this job.