Work
Is apparently going well. I may be working Saturdays, soon, too. Which sounds like a bad thing, except, hey, overtime. (What's the goal of work? To live well and pay the bills. More work=happier.)
There's also this accreditation-type program that I'm participating in. Getting a couple letters after my name can't but help. I'll type more about it later, maybe. (If my eyes glaze over, then it's probably not going to interest anyone else.)
The downside? I feel like destiny is a fast-moving train, pushing me onward to a ridiculous career. (But at least the train is moving, instead of having been derailed.)
There's also this accreditation-type program that I'm participating in. Getting a couple letters after my name can't but help. I'll type more about it later, maybe. (If my eyes glaze over, then it's probably not going to interest anyone else.)
The downside? I feel like destiny is a fast-moving train, pushing me onward to a ridiculous career. (But at least the train is moving, instead of having been derailed.)