Training day and Position Assignment

Training Day & Position Assignment

          Yesterday I had to go to work for paid training. 18 bucks a day isn't much which blows but I will be working part time which is a maximum of 35 hours so hopefully this job will be worth it. Any-who I walked in there early and had to primarily watch videos and answer questions that go with them. I did that for the whole two hours and honestly, only got maybe half of it done.

          I use tarot cards and asked a question prior to the training "How will this training go?" It was a very promising result and came true. There was a feature on the modules of the training videos that shows you your scoring on each section, I scored above average on all and 2% away from the Top 20% on some of them. Sad thing is, i'll probably forget the shit I learned by the time I start officially. I don't learn well by videos, I learn better by physical instructions. Being shown and told by managers.

          At least it went smoothly and so far the authorities seem to like me. I call the manager "Miss Felesia" or "Ma'am", I am sincerely appreciative and grateful so I say "thank you so much" I am afraid i'll come off as an ass kisser but, that's not the intention, I'm sincerely a polite person with anxiety who says "i'm sorry" a ton more than necessary.

          Miss Felesia introduced me to the HR manager whom is named Dave. My sister from another mister (who worked there and knows both Miss Felesia and Dave, told me to be cautious around him especially if marijuana is involved. Otherwise, no drug tests and people apparently smoke at work after the dining room closes for the night.

          I was assigned my position, I will be a drive-thru cashier. Luckily, there are two windows at that location so all I will have to worry about is being friendly and polite, taking orders, and exchanging payment. the remembering what the customers are ordering is on the other window. I think I can manage that.

          I am being employed for part-time. In the fast food industry that is 35 hours or less a week. If I get the full 35 hours I will be making $315 a week which is more than my administrative job but it is also more hours. They said after 90 days, if they see you happy and working hard, you will be eligible for a raise.

          I am excited for this job though. The employees seem nice and though Miss Felesia is sort of strict and I will have to get used to people yelling across the kitchen to provide instructions so to be very aware of my surroundings which is kind of hard for me, they are very supportive and kind to me. I am going to turn to my Tarot deck for further support, has never disappointed me.

Gainfully Employed!

Gainfully Employed!

          While getting anxious about the Holiday season I became desperate and applied at Fast Food locations. I applied at Arby's, Burger King, Giant Eagle, and Walmart. A few days after submitting my applications, I had gotten a call from a woman at Burger King who was interested in an interview. So we set up an interview for about a week later.

          I was extremely nervous about this interview because I have bad luck with both interviewing and working fast food. Let's just say my experience in the food industry has been both brief and unpleasant so far. My mind raced with what I would say and how I should behave. I got sleep until I realized my interview was the next day, which I had completely forgotten. Then I had a hard time sleeping thanks to my mental rehearsal.

          Interview day came and I was going crazy with trying to figure out what to wear, how to do my makeup, and my hair. I dressed semi casually. I wore a nicer shirt and a pair of jeans, which I thought was appropriate for a job interview at a fast food joint. I got a ride to the interview and I was unfortunately five minutes late but I ended up having to wait for the woman to have some free time. It seemed hectic yet slow at the same time. You could obviously tell they were short staffed.

          The woman finally came to me for the interview and I was polite and called her Ma'am when she had called me over to sit with her. She asked me to tell me a little about myself and I naturally tripped over my answers and lost track of what I was saying. From a previous co-worker at my last job, I was told not to divulge anything about your disabilities or your demographics or if you have children in case they find you have limitations of your work. I mentioned a few things I enjoyed and was honest about my resume and why my employments with other food services were so short and how I have nice childhood memories of being there with my mom from time-to-time. She said she was impressed with my politeness and hired me on the spot. I was so thrilled I forgot to ask a lot of details, whoops!

          My orientation was supposed to be today but she called to reschedule until Thursday and that I would start sometime this weekend. All I really know is that it's full-time at $9.00 an hour and there is training on the job. I had gotten a lot of tips from a friend that has worked there and my hopes are high thanks to my Tarot cards. I really hope the cards aren't wrong and I last at this job!

  

Mitchell's Ice Cream Interview

Mitchell's Ice Cream Interview

Mitchell's Homemade Ice Cream in Shaker Heights, Ohio.

          Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't added to my blog in a while but didn't have too much new to report. My life is rather boring these days actually. The boring portion of my life is no fun so i'm going to update you on a little bit of things that may be considered eventful, perhaps. Maybe not but if that's the case, you can stop reading at any time, not offended or anything. I'm jumping off topic here though so as I was trying to convey...

          My mom had gotten a gift card to Mitchell's Ice Cream for her birthday from my rather estranged aunt. A real pain in the ass if you're wondering. It was however a nice gesture. There are a few in-store locations nearby. Beachwood, Ohio City, and Shaker Heights in the newly constructed Van Aken District. When she went to the Beachwood location, she had found out they were hiring and that I should apply. I wasn't familiar with where the Beachwood location was so I applied to the Van Aken District location. I am very familiar with the public transportation route thanks to going through that area daily on my commute to my former job.

          I proceeded to apply to that one location; should have probably applied to Beachwood as well. A while later when I had forgotten that I even applied to Mitchell's. A woman named Jean called and left a voicemail regarding my application and to set up an interview, so to call her back. I was thrilled to have gotten a call back as a job applicant. It was actually a pleasant surprise since I forgot that I even put an app in. I returned her call probably an hour later.

          The call was, interesting at best. Perhaps even in a amusing way since we both laughed while on the line. We set up the interview after a short, awkward conversation consisting of a lot of talking over one another at the same time, and stumbling over my words, which I seemed to have mastered. The interview was still confirmed leaving me relieved.

          The next few days I was a nervous wreck. What would I wear? What would I say? Would my social anxiety screw this opportunity up for me? Do they do drug tests? My mind was racing 24/7 that I actually lost sleep over it rehearsing the possible scenarios in my head. I kept telling myself: Don't give out too personal of information like age, kids, disabilities, act like I already got the job but not too cocky, be friendly as if you're talking to an old friend, and most importantly, make them happy and joke with them occasionally.

       
          The day finally came and my nerves were on fire. I really needed this job and got ready as soon as I got home from a doctors appointment. I got there about fifteen minutes early and sat outside until I couldn't bear the cold wind anymore. When I went inside, I noticed an amazingly bright atmosphere. It was pretty much all white with some black trim. It's tables and chairs were wood, There were kid sized seating with a bar table off to the side which i thought was cute. The coolest thing I found there was a train that had tracks that went around the whole inner perimeter of the building. I would totally say I was impressed with the environment other than a table that was unattended for the whole time I was there. I don't mean how nobody was sitting there but there were crumbs covering the table top. I was partly inclined to ask for a rag to clean it myself, since it was sort of triggering my unofficially diagnosed mild OCD. Aside from that little irking moment, I loved the place.

          After waiting in line to look for the manager who was Jean, the woman I talked to on the phone, I had to sit and wait at a table for her and another member of the team to prepare for the interview. We finally all sat down together and became acquainted. I can't remember the name of the young lady that was with her, I think it was like Tierra or a closeness to that.

          I was asked various questions and my social anxiety acted up. It tends to rear it's nasty little head into different personality attributes. This time it was a Happy and Bubbly type of persona.It worked in my favor though because Jean had commented that she liked my bubbly personality. (yasss!) I did apologize to them for any word stumbling that would come forward during the interview and confessed I was a bit nervous. They were very kind and laid back. I made sure to make them laugh some and even asked, since the train was on it's rails right above our heads, "does that thing really work!?" The way I asked promoted some of my sense of humor which got a slight chuckle out of both of them.

          I did royally screw up on the knowledge of the company's history. The store started in Westlake and I had stupidly said with confidence, "I know it started in Ohio City". Epic FAIL! may I *head desk* now? Or maybe hide under the rock I must have emerged from? How embarrassing! I still feel a sense of shame from it.

          Other than all that I had concluded the interview with "Do you think I would be someone you would consider hiring?" Which they said yes, but that could change after all the interviews are completed and the deliberation takes place. They said they would be calling people by the end of next week and they're hoping to start the group training by the first week of November. Fingers crossed and praying for me is appreciated; I need all the luck I can possibly get! The nice thing is they are hiring multiple people, so in the words of Lloyd Christmas from Dumb and Dumber, "so you're saying there's a chance."

Alcohol Frenzy

Alcohol Frenzy

          I'm not going to lie, my whole family minus the children in the house and my brother have a drinking problem. My mother drinks from the moment she wakes up until she takes a glass with her when she goes to sleep. My sister drinks herself stupid and sick every month or so. My father and I have a different similar issue. When we have a beer we start getting an urge to have another, then another where all self-control flies out the fucking window.

          Now we aren't bad people by any means and most of us, with maybe the exception of my sister, are what you would call functioning alcoholics. My sister on the other hand doesn't do jack shit but lay around miserably with a high, tired, and flushed look to her face. She's not really good at concealing her current drinking situation. She's not a bad person either. Aside from being sick as hell and kind of mean, Oh, and the fact that even though there are tons of lighters laying around, she has to light her cigarettes on the stove-top which is annoying as fuck to my father and I.

          When my mom drinks she becomes way more productive. She gardens, or she'll do a ton of things around the house. I really don't know where this energy comes from but I wish she'd share it with my father and myself. Sometimes though she can get mean and target me. Not sure why i'm such an easy target. I don't take the bullshit and will defend myself during fight-pickings. For example the other day my mom brought up something that happened the day before. It wasn't even on my mind. I told her I didn't really want to have that conversation but it ended in a huge fight anyway leaving everyone in a tizzy and ruining our weekend getaway.

          My father tends to drink more than he realizes and the dumb thing he does is he doesn't eat until dinner but will start on beer about an hour after getting his morning coffee in. He can be kind of a jerk honestly. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad but truth is truth. He slurs his words, he kind of acts weird to people or will constantly put my Dinky on the spot; did the other day as well and I had to remind him that Dinky is only seven and doesn't understand when my dad does that. I get my dad's problem, I really do. He's in a ton of pain due to his arthritis from working hard being a lineman when he was younger. Think he did that for forty-some years to provide for a wife and six kids. Even yesterday he said he was determined to quit drinking tomorrow yet is now drinking his "last" beer for like the tenth time.

          Lastly, since I can't just talk shit about family without including myself; I am a functional alcoholic. I try not to knock them back-to-back too often because when I do that, I get depressed and lazy as fuck. I won't get anything done that way. More often than not, I use a can of beer as a reward. Got laundry in the wash, "yay! Now I can have a beer!" Got laundry through the dryer, folded, and put away, "good, time for another beer." Sometimes i'll enjoy one while helping Dinky with his homework or after getting all my chores done for the day. No, I'm not some upstanding citizen when I've been drinking. I get playful but my main quirk is that I also get annoyingly loud and talkative. I talk fast too. I can think of 10 different topics to discuss in a span of maybe five minutes. Might be ADHD related and the alcohol is exaggerating it a bit, who knows.

          I recently drank a lot of wine. I don't even like wine, but, I was smashed that night. The next day I was extremely sick, I can empathize with my sister when she has her drunk fits going through withdrawals. I was overly hungover, I tried to drink water, couldn't keep that down, ate bland mashed potatoes didn't keep that down either, at least it didn't taste horrible coming back up. I was dizzy, trembling, massive stomach ache, dehydrated as fuck and not being able to keep down any damn thing including water for most of the day royally sucked ass! I haven't drank wine since and am really trying not to drink myself sick drunk anymore. A good buzz maybe but that was it.

          In conclusion, the good news is my mom quit drinking. Pretty much because providing alcohol for four people is pretty fucking out of our budget. As well as how my sister has her frenzies and has no self-control as well as her drunk behavior. My dad is enjoying his supposedly last beer right this second, Myself, I neither asked my mom to purchase nor mooched off my dad today. If my mom can quit, then so the hell can I! My mom bought me Cola because it's always been my go-to while stopping alcohol, not sure why and boy can it clear out my colon, can't deny how yummy it is though. I hope my dad jumps on the bandwagon sooner than later, or never honestly. I told my mom maybe it'd be best that we just keep alcohol out of the house that perhaps we'd be better off that way without temptation.

Well, Wish us luck!

Stitches Bitches!

Stitches Bitches!

By now it shouldn't come as a surprise that i'm a self-harm-er. I've been cutting for years. Being as this blog is about everything good and bad i'm not trying to pull a "pity party" as it were. i'm just explaining stuff going on in my life sort of as it happens. Besides I've been neglecting my blog so I suppose one good post and one bad. Can't have one without the other right? Good and evil? 

Well anyway I've gotten into heated fights with my parents over dumb shit three days almost four in a row now. Yesterday was just overbearing. Since I had gone about six months recovering from my cutting, I was under so much stress that I just couldn't handle it and said how i'm just going to go cut.

First of all let me give you the 4-1-1. Cutting is not a form of getting attention. We go through so much emotional pain that we feel we have to inflict it physically for some release. It's no different than smoking weed to take the edge off of stressful situations except for the fact ending up in the ER is rarely needed. This is why I cut, I need to release my pain to make me feel better. Apparently that's a real thing even to EMTs and volunteer Firefighters, Doctors, Nurses, etc.

This pain landed me into the ER. I was so stressed out that I cut. Didn't get two far. By the second round I ended up cutting too deep and freaked out. It was 2 inches deep (according to the EMT and 4 inches long across. I yelled to my mom that I cut too deep as I was hysterical on the second floor holding a rag over my sliced arm. Let me tell you, It was not a suicidal attempt. It wasn't even my wrist i cut, it was my upper arm.

The EMTs were called and I went with them to University Hospitals ER. It was rather quick moving that day. I waited for a while and played in my phone as I was stuck in a suicidal observation room. The doctor came in and asked the normal "what happened?" I explained everything up front. I am a cutter, I cut too deep and freaked out, no i'm not suicidal, no I don't think I need a Psych Eval, Do not feel like killing myself or hurting other people (except my husband except I don't think that's what they intended. I guess I've been doing this a while because I've had psych eval in the past and come to learn how to "work the system"

They overall came in and told me i'd definitely need stitches. This was my first incident where I needed to get stitched up actually. So I chatted up with the doctor as she numbed my arm and stitched me up. I needed 10 stitches total which I guess was a lot and she told me i'd need them out in 7-10 days.

It was a very "exciting" event and now i just want to drink beer and relax.

Tarot Journey

Tarot Journey

I have taken an interest in Tarot cards. I have asked my mom for a deck for my birthday to practice. There's just something about Divination that catches my interest. Whether it be runes, pendulum readings, Crystal Balls, or The Tarot themselves. I had found my all time favorite deck on Amazon which was a Fairy (Faerie) deck. When I had told my friend, whom I didn't even know practiced Tarot, She told me she had a deck she could give me. Ironically enough it was a fairy deck.

There is a rumor that it's a great omen to get the deck gifted to you so perhaps it's fate. Funny thing is it was new in box! The deck hadn't even been unwrapped from it's plastic and it came with a guide book which I completed reading in two or three days.

The problem with this deck is it is a complex deck to work with. While with my other deck, Witches Tarot, is a yes or no easily readable deck where it's rather easy to decipher the meanings of each card, The Mystic Faerie Tarot deck isn't so easy. The meanings are way more in depth than a yes or no plus to get an accurate reading you need to ask more for guidance more so than the actual "yes/no" questions. 

The deck is however beautiful. The artwork is in a water color style and of course it's Faeries! When I opened the box and went through the cards, I absolutely fell in love to the point where I don't really want a deck for my birthday. The faeries make each card into the form of a story line to make it easier to remember, despite my memory being shit at best.

A friend said it could be a possible career move. I would agree once I learned other forms of divination as well as The decks of cards I currently own. I had bought two more decks on E-bay not knowing they were knock offs like people in a tarot group bashed me for saying "i'm not assuming anything, i'm putting 2 and 2 together" when she was absolutely wrong. Knock-Offs or not the decks are somewhat smaller than a traditional Tarot deck making it easier to shuffle and deal. Hopefully my friend is right and I can with go a job doing this if i can. lord knows i need the money.  

A Garden-Like Year

A Garden-like Year

       This year I decided to get into Gardening with my mom. I had been talking about doing it since Fall of 2018 but I don't believe anyone took me seriously because I was normally tipsy when I brought it up. Imagine my parents' surprise when Spring finally came and I said, completely sober, "I think i'm going to do a Garden this year!"

       

      My mom gave me a plot of her gargantuan front lawn garden and I got to work putting soil on it and a wood-chip pathway. We had gone to Home Depot where my mom spoiled me by letting me pick out pretty much anything I wanted within reason. The first trip I picked out Lavender, Chamomile, and Sage herbs, A Dianthus plant that had pretty pastel pink flowers on it which I ended up planting into a big Cement pot, A Poblano plant, and Day Lilies. Turned out the package of Day Lilies didn't even have any bulbs in it so we had to return it. My mom let me pick out a different package of bulbs so I picked out pinkish regular Lilies. I had also got packets of flowers like Snap Dragons, Nasturiums, and Sweet Pea. Then I had gotten some vegetables like Poblano (extra long Jalapeno) peppers, Carrots, and Beets.

      I planted the Chamomile and Lavender into planter's boxes and as I said the Dianthus into a chiseled cement worn pot which looked very pretty. I planted my Poblano Plant and got my other vegetables planted. The next day got my flowers planted. I sprinkled Cayenne Ground Pepper on the soil to ward off pests. My mom had told me that it's a hack to keep away birds.

I did some research about gardening. I learned...

• Crushed Egg Shells keep away slugs and snails

and...

• Cornmeal deters Weed growth 

      When I was planting my Lilies, I discovered leaves connected to stems in my Garden. I asked my mom if those were weeds or what. She told me they were wild Strawberry plants. I have no idea how they sprouted in my garden so quickly but I wanted to keep them because those plants at Home Depot are expensive. I transplanted them to another little plot my mom gave me. I asked myself "Why didn't I think of getting a Strawberry plant?" but now I don't have to.

      I thought it might be nice to hang a wind-chime in my garden so I found one my mom had bought me when I was seventeen. I realized it was wooden so I didn't want to keep it outside because I didn't want it to fade or get damaged. We had gone back to Home Depot for a few more things and my mom let me pick out a wind-chime and a hooked pole to hang it from. I picked out a pink butterfly with flapping wings. It's a nice touch in my predominantly pink flowered garden. 

Now I can only hope that my Garden will thrive this year and that birds, deer, rabbits, and squirrels stay the hell away from my plants.

Healthy Changes

Healthy Changes

There are things about my habits that need to change. For one I need to start exercising more. I've been trying to hit up the gym with my mother regularly and I just did some time on our household bike today. We have a membership to Planet Fitness and it's a great place with friendly staff. I need to get into the habit of maybe trying to work out every day.

I need to worry about what I put into my body so my whole family is going to be making changes to our diets with my father in mind. We're quitting drinking, eating healthier foods with maybe 1 cheat day weekly. My mother bought a juicer and it's awesome! We've been using that regularly as well. I'm also following up with doctors for routine care to keep my body healthy.

My toxic social relationships are out the door as well. My "best friend" who just can't be bothered with me most of the time is out of the picture now. I'm relieved because now I don't have to worry if she's okay when she doesn't respond to texts and I can just not care if I hear from her or not. After eight days of no text from her I got a random "I love you" text. stopped believing that bullshit eight days prior. I also cut off a guy I was talking to. He couldn't be bothered with me most of the time either. He texted me one day then the following day when I texted him, he'd read my texts and ignore me. Don't need that sort of bullshit in my life.

I'm working on my mind at well. Cutting the negativity out and trying hard not to fall into old habits, I take my medications every day and go to appointments with my psychologist monthly. I will even be starting therapy on Friday. to help with my mental health and frustrations. I need to get over my fears and anxiety.

I hope these changes will lead me to become a more stable person. fingers crossed for that anyway

Security Guard?

Security Guard?

Tomorrow I have a job interview. It's for a security guard position. I don't really know anything about the place other than it's hiring and what kind of job it is. I'm in desperate need of a job so I will pretty much take what I can get. Although it would be kinda fun and i'm assuming there will be a uniform involved.

Yesterday my mother and I went to Macy's to buy an interview outfit. It's formal but nice and semi-slimming. I would be lost without my mother honestly. It's a salmon and black silky top with semi ruffled sleeves and a pair of loose black slacks. I will admit I didn't like the top at first but I absolutely hated the other options within a reasonable price range. They had a nice silky blazer that I was in love with but that alone costed like $90, yikes!

The problem with the interview location is i'm not quite sure where it is. My caseworker gave me an address but when I googled it it came up as an Enterprise car rental place. don't think that's where it's located. Unless it's across the street and/or he gave me the wrong address.

I am hoping I get the job though. It's tough because i'm extremely awkward during interviews and tend to say things that they really don't need to know. At any rate it would be fun to wear a uniform and act bad-ass but in a nice way. I'm not going to hold my breath though. Seems like i'm doomed to remain unemployed for the rest of my years.

Appointment & Glasses

Appointment & Glasses

Yesterday I had an eye doctor appointment. It went really well considering I've never been seen by this particular clinic before but they accepted my insurance so I figured why not? Little did I know I would love the people there!

I was checked in by Judy. She was nice and outgoing, someone who you could actually stand there conversing with and I rather enjoyed our chat. The downer was it was just a preliminary exam to get your background and learn your flaws more or less. When I set up the appointment I assumed It was a lenses prescription exam for glasses. Judy told me that the shorter eye tech might do the refraction is the term they used there which is using the equipment to help you discover your vision. Judy said don't expect it but they might. She also told me a tall blonde woman wouldn't do it because she had told her "no" regarding another patient. When that same eye tech walked into my room my hopes deflated like a balloon..

I asked her if it was possible to do the refraction and explained my situation. That being newest pair broke, older pair got chewed up by my little pain-in-the-ass dog Pessa, then the older was too old of a prescription and I believed the oldness of those glasses were what was causing eye strain and my double-vision (Not that i'm an eye tech or doctor) The woman was very kind, she explained that it's a separate appointment and if the receptionist had made that clear. I didn't want to get the receptionist in trouble so I exclaimed she did make it clear except I had been under the assumption it was a package appointment. The kind woman warmed up to me a little and said since it was a slow day she'd make an exception for me and follow through with the refraction that day. I couldn't have been more grateful and thanked her a few times.

After the refraction it was determined i'm actually a 20/20 vision (WHAT!?) but my astigmatism is fucking up my vision and making my view difficult. She suspected my double vision and eye strain was due to chronic dry eye. She then left me for a visit with the Ophthalmologist Dr. Huang. He was surprisingly well-natured and a bit goofy which made me feel like i'd been going to them for years. He was very expressive with his body language and using analogies that made me giggle. I knew right then and there I picked a good new Eye Doctor. He confirmed the blurred vision was from chronic dry eyes and also possibly from the old prescription.

I had gotten the prescription and a few coupons and samples for eye drops. I'm supposed to use them 3-4 times a day. I found a full bottle of my dad's eye drops and have been using those whenever I feel the dryness or strain coming on. 4-6 times a day. My eyes are royally fucked with this Winter cold.

That's not where this story ends though. I asked my father if he would take me to Walmart to pick out frames. I got there and had never been so disappointed in my life. The lady working there was nice enough but wasn't too welcoming. Their selection was shit. You could pick between the $9 or $17 frames and there were really only three from each price. I found one pair I really liked but they'd cost $54 and I had no money on me or even that much to my name period. I just hurried up and picked a pair that were acceptable and went through the motions of getting them measured to fit. I still regret not just waiting to go to my usual glasses store called Eye Zone Optical. The glasses I picked out are very much the same as the ones pictured below.

I felt guilty about bugging my dad into taking me to the optical that day so I picked a pair there instead of the better place. Moral of the story, Thought and patience before impulse. I figured out how i'm going to right the wrong though. At first I was going to "accidentally" leave my glasses somewhere for my dog to find, call the insurance, and tell them my dog ate them and I need a new pair then go to Eye Zone Optical. I decided against it. I don't like being dishonest. Sometimes I'm too honest that it's a flaw. I decided that i'm just going to stick it out with the glasses until I get my tax return then go to Eye Zone and buy a nice new pair complete with Transitional lenses. I'd then save the cheap ass pair as a back up and just be extremely careful with the new pair. At least I've learned my damn lesson. I'm never going to Wally-World for my optical needs again. Next year it's Eye Zone Optical or nothing.

Rest & Relaxation

Rest & Relaxation

This past week has been good to me. I've been calling it my "mini vacation". Since my son has been on winter break that means I had been able to sleep in. My dad let my son sleep on our sectional couch with him so I pretty much had every night to myself. The problem is my sleeping pattern is all fucked up now and my son returns to school on Monday morning.

My normal wake up time since my last day of work has been between 11am and noon. Shitty right? I've been feeling extremely guilty when I wake up. I even tried setting an alarm for 9:30 in the mornings but I would just turn it off and hop back into bed.

Some of my R&R consists of reading and binge watching Supernatural on Netflix haha! I even did some shopping bought a five buck bluray/DVD/digital combo pack of Vin Deisel's Riddick today so who knows when I'll get around to watching that. God knows I have more movies to watch or books to read than could last a lifetime.

The job search has been slow moving. Of all the places I have applied to I only heard back from one of them. It's annoying, I have friends saying how they have an interview damn near weekly and I've got shit. How is it that they can secure a new job easy when they get bored with their old job and yet here I am, laid off, and not getting any nibbles? Yeah who wouldn't be kinda jealous about that? I'm just as deserving of security.

Enough complaining though I just have to keep letting God take the wheel on this one.