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dizzydirtysweetI have a job again!!! :D
Lance and I have been taking a leatherworking class every Saturday for the past 2ish months. A few weeks ago they posted a 'help wanted' sign, I applied, and they hired me! I start on Tuesday!
I still can't really believe it's... real. It seems so much more likely that it's all going to fall apart, because this year has been The Year That Everything Fell Apart. But it seems legit enough, and even though I'm getting paid about half the hourly rate of my last job, I'll have a shit-ton less stress and enough money to pay for my car, so... good enough.
And yet somehow my insomnia is back. Part of it is probably our living situation. It's long and complicated and too much to summarize - I just tried, and the end result is too convoluted to be readable. But essentially there's upheaval going on, and Lance and I are pretty much casualties of war. Or at least casualties of money. Either way, it's seriously good timing for this job to crop up, small as my paychecks are going to be.
Blah blah blah, can I get a FUCK YEAH?! I rejoin the ranks of the employed masses! And it's retail, so I'll have ridiculous customers to complain about again! Also leather! FUCK YEAH!!
Lance and I have been taking a leatherworking class every Saturday for the past 2ish months. A few weeks ago they posted a 'help wanted' sign, I applied, and they hired me! I start on Tuesday!
I still can't really believe it's... real. It seems so much more likely that it's all going to fall apart, because this year has been The Year That Everything Fell Apart. But it seems legit enough, and even though I'm getting paid about half the hourly rate of my last job, I'll have a shit-ton less stress and enough money to pay for my car, so... good enough.
And yet somehow my insomnia is back. Part of it is probably our living situation. It's long and complicated and too much to summarize - I just tried, and the end result is too convoluted to be readable. But essentially there's upheaval going on, and Lance and I are pretty much casualties of war. Or at least casualties of money. Either way, it's seriously good timing for this job to crop up, small as my paychecks are going to be.
Blah blah blah, can I get a FUCK YEAH?! I rejoin the ranks of the employed masses! And it's retail, so I'll have ridiculous customers to complain about again! Also leather! FUCK YEAH!!
