I wake up earlier than I ever thought I could for work. My office runs off of eastern standard time which means I get to work by 6:30 am. I work ten hour shifts in position that works directly with the unemployed masses. In fact, the only reason why I have a job now is because there are so many unemployed.
Sometimes it's really difficult keeping such a tough exterior. It's common for people that I'm working with to be sobbing relentlessly. .. Well, me complaining about my job wasn't the intention of this post, so I'll just save that for another day.
My lease is up the end of this month and I'm moving. My two roommates are leaving, and I'm moving in with my boyfriend. It was recently decided. Most people I'm close with have had a lot going on in their lives and I haven't wanted to bother them with this. Maybe I haven't talked a lot because I talk all day at work and I am so drained by it sometimes I just want to clam up and not speak. Yeah, that's it. I shouldn't blame me not letting people in on being kind to them or not wanting to stress them out. I can't talk anymore. I'm exhausted by constantly talking. Even typing is such a ridiculous chore sometimes!
(By the way, I usually blog while naked in the bathtub, my macbook perched precariously on the edge, hovering over the water. Tonight there is no hot water and my bath time blogging isn't going so well because I'm kind of cold)
I'm starting school again soon. I'll be going to SLCC. Two days ago I bit the bullet and just submitted my application, paid that ridiculous fee and started mapping out courses I'll be taking. They have a Radiology tech program that looks really interesting, with career outlook that is still decent. I think if I start now, get accepted into the program relatively quickly, I should have my associates by the time I am 24. I never thought I would go the trade-tech route for my education, but that's what it's shaping out to be.
Okay. so the water is getting colder, I'm tired of writing, and the boy should be here soon, so I should wrap this up.
Samantha's mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. This woman has always greeted me warmly, and with a hug. I'll be praying for her in the upcoming weeks as she undergoes treatment. Please join me.