I'm still alive!

And so I'm posting for what seems like the first time in forever...but looking at the date of my last post, it has been awhile. A whole month. Do I have anything new to report? Some things. Let's see if I can remember. My short-term memory is shot these days.

Hmmm...well, I got a new job. I'm now the Director of Social Services for a nursing and rehab center down here. What does that mean? Hell if I know. I'm so confused, lost, and overwhelmed. But I couldn't pass it up. It's great money, part-time, and a lot closer than my other job. I WOULD still have my other job, but my *former* boss had his secretary call me and tell me not to bother finishing out my last 2 weeks. Wellllllll, alrighty then. So...did I quit, or was I fired? Can you BE fired if you've already turned in your resignation? Doesn't matter. I had already been at my new job for a week. I just couldn't keep doing that other job and only getting paid about $100 every 2 weeks. There's no freaking way I can live on that when I have $46 thousand in student loan debt, not to mention a buttload of other bills. The way I have it figured out, even just working 20 hours a week, in 2 1/2 months' time, I'll have made the same amount, or even more, than I made in 5 months at that place. So the decision, when it came down to money, was simple. And I think being the director of something will look kick-ass on my resume. Yeah, I was already thinking ahead to my future employment before I even accepted this one. I have issues.

Nothing new to report on the relationship front. Larry and I have our ups and downs. Seems more down than up lately. I don't know if it's the 6-month thing or what, but we're just snapping at each other a lot lately. We're still battling it out over the Chaney situation. And he's been extremely moody just in general. Obviously, I'm no saint either, but I swear I'm marrying the moodiest man on the face of the earth. I still love him, I just haven't liked him very much lately. And having said that, I just realized that I didn't tell him I loved him at all today, which says something. Usually I tell him several times a day. Amazingly though, we don't have a problem as far as money. He even acknowledges that he's a "tight bastard", and I like to spend money. Not recklessly, but if I'm at the mall and Bath and Body Works is having a sale, you can bet your ass I'm gonna hit it. But I'm doing better. I'm restraining myself to the 15 bottles of body spray I already have, and the 4 bottles of shower gel I'm down to. He doesn't complain at all about having to pay my car payment or student loan payment or car insurance ('cause $100 sure won't pay it!), but I feel bad about it. Those are my debts. I'm responsible for them. I'm slowly adjusting to being a "team" about money. We put my name on his bank account, and he got me my own debit card for his account, sooooooo...we'll see.

I think that's about all I've got to report. I think I lost some of it somewhere along the way...there goes that short-term memory again. *sigh*. But at least you get something! It might be another freaking month before you hear from me again! But I'm still alive!!!