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9.21.2010

Day 22 of delivering papers. The novelty is beginning to wear off. ProStaff, take me away!
Despite a double feature and dinner with friends, I am perpetually crabby today. What gives? I'm blaming it on no time to myself.

9.06.2010

So as I'm sure you've all been waiting with baited breath to see how this story turns, breathe deep my friends.

I have a job.

Okay, okay so my job is to get up so early that the ass crack of dawn is hours away, and deliver newspapers.  7 days a week.  For half of what my husband makes in unemployment.

Translation:  I get out of bed at an ungodly hour so that my husband can make twice as much sleeping like a baby.

Jealous yet?

Don't get me wrong, it's my fault I don't have unemployment, I"m glad my husband does get paid to look for a job.  But really? this is a bum deal.

On the other hand, I like the fact that this gig doesn't interfere with hardly any other jobs.  I can temp, or take a full time position, or work part time at Target.  It doesn't matter as long as I get enough sleep.  Which is easier said then done.  And although it doesn't pay a ton, it will cover all my bills, and my savings are running pretty low.  Hopefully I can scratch together some temping gigs soon.  Christmas is coming, and I'm hoping that I can save enough to be able to go to and get my Nail Tech certificate in a few months.  Then maybe I'd be doing really well.

Divine love always has met, and always will meet, every human need. - MBE

My needs have always been met thus far, why should this time be any different? Right?