Well, things are getting better. I’m feeling better. I haven’t been sick in a while (knock on wood).
Chris has interviews lined up for permanent positions, but if he doesn’t get those, then he has a temp job ($11/hr) through an agency that he can fall back on that is good until late July. Then, the agency will help him find more work. The delivery job he has can be done in tandem with any non-demanding job, depending on what his school schedule is. So, his area is working nicely.
I start my new job on Monday. And… I’m making sure that my old job pays me for the summer time that I earned by working through the fucking hell they put me and the tech teacher through this year. Three different classes from all different grades in our room that we have to teach at the same time… bullshit. We both deserve to be paid more than we are getting. And, that, my friend, is why I’m switching jobs. The pay might be the same, but there will be actual challenge instead of just seeing how much I can put up with.
I biked to the store to get the supplies to make Chris chowder today. People were… extremely friendly. I was told that my smile was beautiful, that I looked cute on my bike, to have a safe journey, and that I was very beautiful by various pedestrians. Apparently, I look sociable when the exercise is pumping endorphins into my system. I guess that’s one way to do it. My legs hurt. My knee hurts from when I whacked it on the back tire when I failed to lift my leg high enough when remounting my bike. My arms hurt from trying to stabilize the 10 lbs (leeks, butter, heavy cream, 5-lb. bag of potatoes, celery, frozen juice, and cheese) of crap shoved into my cute little basket. I’m thinking seriously about getting the saddle bag attachments instead. I walked home when I got to my street because I felt as though the front tire was a hell of a lot flatter than it was when I left. Despite all that, I feel freekin’ great. Yay exercise!!! I have to do that kind of crap more often. Chris and I have been walking everywhere, but that biking kicks walking’s ass. I’m just afraid of getting my freekin’ $250 bike stolen. I suppose it’s worthless if it never actually gets used, though.
We move into our new place on Friday. I’m so excited. I have sage and everything all ready for getting things clean and ready for the move. I’ll have the sheets of paper I need to scribe the sigils of protection into the gateways. I think this might go well.
There also might be a new addition to our family. A little white kitten, (so far unnamed by us, former name ‘Pinky’) that apparently is retarded. She likes to spin in circles and grab at her own tail. Her past life was that of a dog, heh. We haven’t actually met her, so we’re not sure if we’re going to take her, but Chris is already pretty set on it. I can tell.
I feel as though Nickademus (Mat’s feline) is going to get ignored, and I mourn that. There’s nothing I can do. I can’t take him with me, and there’s nothing I can say to Mat that won’t make me feel like an ass when I bring it up. I can only hope he won’t treat Nick as he treats his ferrets… with general apathy. At least I know that his basic needs will be met, even if he will be a smidge attention starved.
I might have talked my way into getting a 40″ TV for free, albeit on a borrowed basis. The television is currently being used by Jack’s ungrateful stepson and his she-wench of a girlfriend. I really hate and have no use for either of them. We call them ‘the kids’ though she is only half a year younger than I am and he is two years my elder. They act as though life has to hand them everything on a silver platter. Their IQs are directly inverse to the great amounts of incorrect assumptions that they have. They use Jack’s car. When it is broken, they expect him to drop everything and fix it so that their lives aren’t inconvenienced. His TV is in their room… and he wants them to move out. My suggestion was that he slowly start making their lives more and more inconvenient as the month wears on so that they don’t get cold feet when it comes time to actually move out.
So there. An actual update.
