Three jobs, one day off, and everything I have is time on a Monday

I work three jobs. Two of them are shifts and one is whatever comes in. I have Mondays and half of Sunday, and I have almost no money, and I want to say both of those things before anybody works them out and feels awkward about it.

Twenty six, the Bronx, about eighteen months into this and all of it conducted in writing because that is what fits in the gaps. Here is what I actually have to offer, which I think is more than it sounds. I am awake early, I am strong, I never complain about a task, and I have an entire day a week that is worth more than most people's evenings because I am not tired in it. I can do a Monday properly. Errands, cleaning, carrying, standing in line at the places that only open when everybody else is at work.

None of what I want costs anything. I am not asking anybody to spend on me and I am not able to spend on anybody, and I have learned to say that early after one conversation where it got embarrassing in the fourth week.

What I want is to be given a real list and to be held to it. Somebody who checks. Somebody for whom Monday becomes the day the difficult things get done.

What I cannot do is evenings, weekends, or anything at short notice. I know that rules me out for most people. It is the truth and I would rather lead with it.