Ah, Life.

Been away, but setting new goals. Employed now. Got called back to temp at my old company and then a real job opened up. In a little over a week I'll be a REAL GIRL. The Blue Fairy of Employment drifted down and touched me with her magic wand and now I can sing and dance. But if I were to be truly honest, here's how I look at my current good fortune. I make an ass-ton of money plus get great benefits doing a job I like and am good at. But my motivating factor is to get the free time and money to do the things outside of work that I love. Now, our awesome dual gaming station is a possibility! Traveling? Totally happening! Fun runs and festivals? THERE! I would even suffer a little for this stuff, but the fact that I don't makes it AWESOME. Moving into bigger digs has been a sweet deal, too. A yard of great epicness, rooms big enough that we don't have to do the Forbidden Dance to move around at the same time, and a garage with a beer fridge. So despite all the horribleness and self-loathing I went through while unemployed, despite the wallowing in 600 sq ft of space for 2 years, things are looking better. But it's also not in my nature to be TOO happy. Here I am, waiting for something bad to happen. Sad, I know, but it's what makes me...Me.

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