neighbors

I haven't posted in a long time, on any diary, and I feel like an attempt is all fake. Like I am writing because I feel bad for not writing, and then I remember how much I really do like to write. It's crazy and might not make much sense at all.

My new house already feels like home. It didn't take long at all, really.

My parents are here, and I really want them to buy the house for sale next door.

I have like, 6 entries for June, and June is almost over. Has work and moving really consumed my life?

YES! It HAS!

A poem, A smile, a Hub

Bad days fade and good days shine. These days, it's the good ones that stick. And that's a good thing.

It's the weekend, and we're going to do tons of moving. We bought a lot of supplies and extras for the house, like bathroom curtains and curtain rods.

My parents will be here in a week!

This week, for, work, my hours are 8:30-4:30! I'm excited about that. No more 7 am's for Mellie! That was tough!

I'll end with a poem.

John and I are at the Hub.
No, it's not a club.
Come one, come all
don't trip or fall!
We don't want any lawsuits,
so wear your slip resistant boots.


Good night.

fried

Today wasn't such a good day. I haven't worked an 8-hour day since I started working; I've been working 9 hour days. Now, let's just say this is all finally starting to catch up with me. I have to be at work at 7:00 a.m., which means getting up at 5:30, at the latest. I showered this morning and fell asleep right afterward. John rubbed my back and stayed awake while I dreamed of missing test tubes (literally).

Work itself was trouble. I won't get into it, but it was a long, busy, draining day, people acting out for no reasons.

I looked forward to coming home, going to our new house, and ripping down the tape from the past 4 days of painting.
Well, that didn't go so well. it was a mess because the people evidentely didn't prime as completely as they said they had. Sooo....john and I were swearing and crying and yelling and being violent. It was terrible! john's going to call to see if they can fix it.

I can't even write. I'm so tired and sick of it all. I just want to have things go perfect with the move, so I can come home to my new HOME after a 9 hour day and crash and not have to think about peeling paint and empty rooms and a dirty house we used to own (but still live in).

i'm not dead

I haven't been here in forever! Here's some things that have been going on:

*I love my job!
*John and I picked up our new glasses today!
*We bought a new computer - an iBook!
*We are almost finsihed with painting our kitchen (a bright canary yellow color!)
*My parents are coming to visit in less than two weeks!
*I love, love, love, love my job!
*I got new glasses!
*We got a new laptop!
*We're at a coffee shop right now.
*We watched a movie last night: A love song for Bobby Long. It was super good, and I thought the music was awesome.
*I finally bought a Cat Power CD.
*We slept at our new house Saturday night; we camped on our futon matress.
*John talked me out of painting tonight.
*My dad is on a biking trip, and my mom is lonely... :-(

That's all I can think of!

employed

I got the job at the lab. I think I'm in shock right now. Nothing THIS great has happened...well, let's just say that there's a difference between the good things that have been happening (new house, new car, paying off debts, etc.,) the difference being that those things weren't effecting my self-worth as much as getting fired from my office job had. That was the biggest blow to my self-esteem I had ever faced before. I tried so hard, and sometimes not at all, to get a job, but no one would give me a chance because they saw "FIRED" on my applications. I would try to explain how they had just made up excuses to get rid of me because they knew of their own troubles, but, for some reason, that excuse made ME look bad. Each time I'd apply and wouldn't hear back, I would crawl deeper inside of my skeleton. But now, it feels as if my life has hit the roof of the flesh above my skull. It's radient and warm and nervous, and, all of a sudden, all of these new emotions are overwhelming me. I'm excited, scared, in awe, denial, questioning, celebrating, dancing, sweating, jumping, everything all at once. I GOT THE JOB! I got the $10/hr, Full time, position in the analytical lab...the job I had wanted since December 2004, interviewed for once before, and was turned down. Only this time, it's mine, and I didn't have to wait until Friday. I start on Monday, and I never have to go back to the coffee shop again. I'm free....free of that job, free from the hurt and low self-worth. I'm back on track and ready to learn and do something that required mental thinking, weighing, testing (it's cheese products, by the way...nothing gross like diseases or cosmetics on animals, etc.).

Yayayayayayyayayyay! I don't know what more to say. I'm just so. in shock. and happy but worried but relieved but numb! I just don't know how to describe it. I'll get a white uniform and my own locker and a purpose, once again. We'll be able to afford our Subaru, and we're moving into a beautiful house. It all seems so perfect!

We had our eye appointments today. John's eyes changed quite a bit, whereas mine just a little. We both needed new glasses, and, once again, we picked out similar frames. Brown plastic frames with yellow clear stuff around the tops and sides of the front brown, if that makes sense. They should be here in about a week.

We're going to celebrate tonight. I don't know how to celebrate, because I haven't celebrated myself in a long time. :-)