Life update, March edition
Boyfriend and I have our own apartment now. It's small and our kitchen has zero counter space and the spare room is still filled with miscellaneous junk that we hauled over and haven't found homes for yet, but it's ours and the mother-in-law has only set foot in it once so far.
There's a pub just down the road that's a sort of a local fixture, since it was the closest pub to the old GM plant back when everyone worked there. They serve above-average food and have an open mic on Sunday afternoon and a lot of locals with very good voices and guitar skills, which we discovered by accident on Valentines Day when Boyfriend's car broke down and took all our plans along with it.
In much less happy news, I hate my call centre job to the point where I visited HR and asked to drop a day from my schedule because the job is so damn emotionally difficult for me. I'm feverishly scouring the various job sites for almost any other job that I'm even vaguely qualified for.
There's a pub just down the road that's a sort of a local fixture, since it was the closest pub to the old GM plant back when everyone worked there. They serve above-average food and have an open mic on Sunday afternoon and a lot of locals with very good voices and guitar skills, which we discovered by accident on Valentines Day when Boyfriend's car broke down and took all our plans along with it.
In much less happy news, I hate my call centre job to the point where I visited HR and asked to drop a day from my schedule because the job is so damn emotionally difficult for me. I'm feverishly scouring the various job sites for almost any other job that I'm even vaguely qualified for.