January 11, 2013 - 22:44
Mood: Thrilled!!
Music: Believe it or Not ~ sung by Joey Scarbury
Thought of the Day: Set a goal, create a plan and DO IT! It doesn't matter how long it takes to get there. The point is that you are getting there!
What a day I had today! WOW! Heck, it's been an amazing couple of months! I really should have written sooner ...
In November, my wait ended in regards to hearing the results of my 10 month application for my new job. I GOT IT! WHOOP! I was definitely bouncing ... and then the waiting began. And the prep. I was trying to get a Yellowknife posting, if you'll recall, and that means ... SHOTS. Yep. I put it off for a bit and then decided to get it over with. ... Owie ... :(
Shots and I don't like each other. They are always hurting me and almost always in ways that nobody can see. Very devious bully, the needle. Of all the bullies in my life, the needle is the only one that can still make me wake up in a cold sweat at night. *shudder*
December ... other than the multiple needles, December was quiet. I enjoyed the snow falls (underground parking makes that SO much more enjoyable) and the falling temps didn't bother me much, even when I was out in it. I love the looks I got when I'd go to pick up my lunch in only a T-shirt. (Horsemen, y'all ... we're all super beings!) My first present was Tiberius. I had impulsively decided to foster him when the announcer on the radio spoke to a gentleman who had found a young kitten in his vehicle's engine in a parking lot of a shopping centre. I'm not sure how long Ti was out there, but I'm guessing at least a night. He was skinny from lack of food, had frost damage to an ear tip, his nose, and the majority of the pads on his feet. Only for this tiny kitten would I put a litter box in the dining room, because the adult box was a very long way ... and walking on carpet hurt his feet. (Visual aid: The skin of his pads all fell off. Completely. Only raw skin was left. You'd avoid carpet too.) When he arrived, he was LOUD!! and I've never seen anything move so fast! His first vet check showed him to be pretty healthy ... with the worse case of ear mites I've ever seen in my life. Which is how we discovered poor Ti is allergic to the usual method of mite removal. Poor thing scratched his ears bloody. Meanwhile, I fell in love with the little guy. So, I dubbed him with his permanent name and continued to apply the medications. Such a little tom ... just waiting for him to achieve full growth before I get him neutered. The vet and I agree on that.
He's doing really well. He's got all his teeth, so, despite his tiny size, he was already 6 - 8 months when I found him. In the last month, he has doubled in size. and I find great joy in watching him. Nice wake up call for Spot too ... although Spot doesn't think so. ;)
Presents, presents ... I got a good winter jacket and some boots. A week later, they posted me to Edmonton. Not even Christmas yet. LOL! Mom loved her gifts. Nothing from Michael though. Prick.
Tavis took me to see the Hobbit. I was more excited about the Star Trek short at the beginning, but it was a good partial movie, as far as partial movies go. I dislike partial tales. Always have. Probably because when I was a kid I rarely saw the concluding episode. Come to think of it, it was the animated version of LOTR that started that. "To be continued" ... just another kid of bully. Not as bad as needles, but not everybody can be. All that negative anticipation can't be good for you. Really.
New Year's was also quiet. Mom had made some disturbing comments that kept me nearby. Turned out it wasn't what I thought. The woman needs to phrase her thoughts better!! Anyway, we both felt jipped when the fireworks came and went ... in about 5 minutes. WHAT? Usually, fireworks last about 10 minutes ... minimum! They were fired from a higher location, so we saw them all instead of just the big ones, but still ... jipped, I cry!
January ... my current job is becoming unbearable. Maybe because an escape is in sight. I am twitching over the coming ability to get a better place of my own (Mom is moving out at the end of the month - I move at the end of February.), the ability to BUY A CAR for myself, and to buy all those little things that I NEED or, egad! that I WANT. I smell freedom, folks ... I hope it comes with shelving.
Before I get into the really good news, I want to point out that one small fly did manage to land in the honey. I got a message from my Dad the other day. First time I've heard from him in three years ... and he tells me that he has cancer. Possibly two kinds. He just wanted me to hear it from him instead of the grapevine. And that was it. He said nothing else. Mom asked if he was looking for redemption and, without hesitation, I said 'Nope.' And really, I'm not being a bitch about it. If he had made ANY motion towards asking me to help, support him emotionally, send him an update, start including each other in our lives, etc ... I probably would have given him the time of day. He didn't ask for any of that. So, now I'm left to wonder how to respond to this. I feel like if I make any kind of kind motion I risk having a house fall on me. I'll have to think about it. Besides, Mom and I agree on at least one thing ... the note was NOT his idea.
My site has been getting a lot of comment attention lately ... I haven't seen this much spam in ... geez. Well, let's just sat that my e-mail doesn't quite get this much.
Okay! TODAY!! ... There were two big things scheduled for today. First, I had an appointment with the bank to see about getting a small loan to help cover the damage deposit and first month's rent for my new place. AND I GOT APPROVED. The Easter Bunny himself would have turned pea green with envy if he'd seen me bouncing back to my car. Grin a mile wide. First time I've ever applied for a loan. To top it off, I went to complete some paperwork and shadow a couple positions at my new job. I have only this to say ... *ahem* I'M GONNA LOVE MY JOB!!
I already have a countdown started to my 'tween job vacation time. It's going to be so sweet ...
Sweet Dreams! Can they get any better?
