I suppose this is a “still alive” post. (I used to do those.)
I’m in a weird in-between place right now. Those of you who have followed along for ages will recall me having several false starts with obtaining employment. I’m happy to report that, at least from my end, that has not occurred this time. I’m still in training, and I’m a bit intimidated by everything I need to learn, but I like the general idea of the work and I LOVE my workplace. (You would chew your right arm off in envy to see my lunch room. I am not fucking kidding.) The benefits are terrific too. The only potential snag is my assessment this coming week. I have to pass that at an appropriate percentage, and then I have to pass muster in other ways which have (deliberately, I suspect) not been made clear. To add to the trepidation, I found out yesterday I’ve been added to a workgroup with several other people. Some of my classmates got added to workgroups singly. I have this weird idea that if they had been meant to be shitcanned this coming Friday, they wouldn’t have been added somewhere where they had no backup new people to replace them. I could be wrong, but who knows.
But! I’ve been acing my quizzes so far. At least from a learning-the-stuff perspective I guess I’m doing all right. I will just have to hope they think I’ll fit in well.
I also have a possible apartment lined up — and it’s about five minutes from work. AND there are dogs. I’ve been thinking for a while that when I get to a certain point that I want pets again, I wouldn’t mind trialing to see if I could deal with a dog. Maybe help at a shelter, or learn how to foster a pup. I don’t know. But there are two dogs on the property and they like me already (I have never met a dog who blatantly did not like me if we had a chance to be introduced — weird, considering I’m a cat person), so that’s something. The only problem is the organization helping with the rehousing. I won’t go into it here but that’s just been weird all along since February. I’m really hoping they don’t fuck things up for me at the last possible minute. I mean, if they do, too bad for me I guess, but I’m so close to the finish line.
But, if housing goes wrong and job stays OK, I have a backup plan. At some point my finances will catch up to themselves and I’ll be able to get a place.
If both housing and job go wrong, I dunno. We’ll just have to see.
Meanwhile, no more sleeping at rest areas unless everything goes to shit again. I think I’m almost out of the shit. I better not say that too loudly, though.
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I heard Beyoncé is on tour in Scotland and it put me in mind of this story. GOD I wish I’d seen that. You people who get to see Rory be a party animal are SO fucking lucky, you just cannot know. Or maybe you do know. I dunno.
It’s also apparently World Whisky Day. One thing I want to do when the dust settles is lay in a supply again. Mine’s all gone. 😢
I thought I had something else to talk about here where the big man was concerned, but maybe not. I’m tired. Not even a “I did all the things” tired, just a “I am so done with this shit” tired, and that can go bone-deep. But I didn’t want to leave the whole month saying nothing. So there you go.