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Friday, December 14, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
|I just liked the picture...|
This was going to be a rambling post, but I've decided not to ramble.... I'm going to get to the point of what I think, then post a little snippet of something.
I noticed I haven't updated this blog in a couple weeks and I'd like to try to update it more regularly. I actually find it helpful to me. It documents my forward progress. I want to complain, but I'm not going to. My non-fiction piece (that I hope to do more work on) might actually be a lot of complaining, though I hope not.
I need to better organize my time. I need to not let stress deter me.
Here's what I've been working on:
I had been out of work for three months, (though it became four once I finally started Job #3.) Job #3 was completely different than the job I had before. After the horrid Job #2 and before Job #3 came the Casino. Yup, that's right, I worked at a casino. I was a server on the gaming floor, then a server and sometimes a bartender in one of the restaurants. Working for the Casino was a mixture of awesome and awful. I made some awesome money and had some awesome co-workers. There were also opportunities to move up and through the ranks. It was a job where I often had fun. The hours were awful. It was hard work. I was tired a lot. I had to deal with some interesting/questionable people. I barely saw my friends and family. I also didn't really have a social life outside of work. I barely saw my boyfriend. We were ships passing in the night, catching an afternoon together a couple times a week, but rarely more. I don't know how much longer I could have worked there if we didn't move.
My hubby/boyfriend got a job about two hours north east of where we were living, so we had to relocate. It was time for me to move. It wasn't just the job. I was done living in that town. It lacked a lot of the things I loved. After what happened with Job #2, I couldn't help but feel this might be a problem I would face again.
I know it needs editing, but that's for later.