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?
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