Long time, no see
It has been a VERY long time since I've been on here. I don't think that I even wanted to look at this since Melissa ruined it. Deleted about two years of memories. But I guess that I'm starting a new chapter in my life, so I guess I'll start a new journal.
Kelsey is the one that reminded me that this was here.
So... I have started a new job! Sometimes it seemed like I'd never get away from Papa Murphy's. Two years I spent in servitude there, and I did a hell of a job, too. I can be proud of that, even if I wasn't proud of the place.
My new job will ultimately lead to bigger and better things. I took Medical Assistant classes from Career Academy, and am now an National Certified Medical Assistant (NCMA), which are credentials that I can put after my name, feels pretty good. I'm going to be working at a very good corporation where I will recieve good benefits and decent wage, so now I can pay off the school that I went through, and the land that I bought with my sister.
Speaking of which, me and my sister bought land! It's not the best, but it has a sort of man-made creek running through it, and a lot of trees. 7.01 acres, we bought it for $37,000. we only got it so cheap because my dad is a partner with another guy who are developing land, and it was kinna a shit lot, but buildable, so it's not really shit. I'm not really sure what I want to do with it. It's commercial property, and in 20 years it'll probably be worth a million dollars or more, but right now, me and my sister own it, and I don't know what she's thinking. Her boyfriend just bought another lot, and if they get married, which is what she's thinking, she might not have an interest in it. She was thinking that she might just sign it over to me and I would pay her back any money that she'd put in it, of course that would be principle money, not interest, and then I would take it over. That's a lot of money to be in debt, though. specially since I have another $9,000 in school loans.
I graduate on January 8th, 2008. I'm done with school, I just need to walk.
I have a wonderful girlfriend, too. I've been living with Kat since I started school in April, and she's really awesome. There are some things that bother me about her. Inability to make decisions, pooping for a million years sometimes twice a day, not being able to get anywhere on time. Stuff like that. But she's really sweet, and comfy, and cute, thoughtful, etc. It's been a really interesting experience, living with someone not my family, because I've gotten to see her personality and the way her brain works, and it's really cool. I also feel really good being around her, and I think that my personality has changed to the better since I have.
Sometimes I wonder if I made the right career choice. How do I really know? I guess I'll be finding out soon enough, but I'm scared. Scared that I don't know enough, or that I'm going to make the most stupid mistakes, that I won't learn fast enough. I guess those are the usual fears, though, and I'll do my best.
Kat and I had adopted a puppy a while ago who we named Lilly. She was the cutest thing ever. I was never very old when we had puppies growing up, so I didn't really know what it was like, but I really liked having her. Kat has another dog, Bear, who she has had for a couple years now, she rescued him when he was 3 or 4 or something. He was abused when he was younger, so he's always been a little barky at people. He never bites or anything, but he barks a lot. Bear and Lilly were outside while I was home for lunch during my externship, just like anyother day. Because I wasn't out there, I don't know how exactly it happened, but I can only guess that they went for the same treat at the same time, or maybe Bear was trying to show her who was boss, or something. All I know is that she started doing her bark whine thing she did when she got hurt or when she thought she was going to be hurt. I ran to the door, and when I opened it, all I saw was her with blood squirting out her head. I ran back into the house to get a towel to wrap around her, but when I got back, she had fallen off the porch, and she was moving in a way that made me thing that she was going to die right then, but she kept yelling, so I brought her in the house and set her on the couch so I could get shoes, and she fell off the couch. I felt like shit. I called Kat and told her to meet me at the Animal Hospital. They didn't really do anything but keep her alive a couple hours and charged us $800 for it. She died because the bite that Bear gave her fractured her skull, and cheek bone. The Vet told us that the bite would have had to have been a vicious one to make the kind of puncture that it did, to crush her bones, but we have to believe that it was an accident. She was my baby, and she died. I should never have let her come here. We thought that Bear would become this great dog around her, but he was just himself. I decided after that that I wouldn't bring another small thing in this house with Bear around. He's like that big guy on Mice and Men, the one who doesn't know his own strength, although I have to say that he's not gentle spirited.
anyway, that's really sad, and it's been a while, but it was really hard to deal with. I've never cried so hard in my life. My entire body was in it, and I almost had to pull over on the drive home. I wish I could tell her I'm sorry. I did tell her, but she was so drugged up that even if she knew english, she wouldn't have understood me. I wish I could hold her again, I wish I could have her sleep on my pillow again, and play with her little toys. I didn't really like cleaning up her accidents, but at least it would mean that she was still with me.
I'm going to go to bed, because I'm really tired now.
Hopefully I'll come back and post more at a later date.
Kelsey is the one that reminded me that this was here.
So... I have started a new job! Sometimes it seemed like I'd never get away from Papa Murphy's. Two years I spent in servitude there, and I did a hell of a job, too. I can be proud of that, even if I wasn't proud of the place.
My new job will ultimately lead to bigger and better things. I took Medical Assistant classes from Career Academy, and am now an National Certified Medical Assistant (NCMA), which are credentials that I can put after my name, feels pretty good. I'm going to be working at a very good corporation where I will recieve good benefits and decent wage, so now I can pay off the school that I went through, and the land that I bought with my sister.
Speaking of which, me and my sister bought land! It's not the best, but it has a sort of man-made creek running through it, and a lot of trees. 7.01 acres, we bought it for $37,000. we only got it so cheap because my dad is a partner with another guy who are developing land, and it was kinna a shit lot, but buildable, so it's not really shit. I'm not really sure what I want to do with it. It's commercial property, and in 20 years it'll probably be worth a million dollars or more, but right now, me and my sister own it, and I don't know what she's thinking. Her boyfriend just bought another lot, and if they get married, which is what she's thinking, she might not have an interest in it. She was thinking that she might just sign it over to me and I would pay her back any money that she'd put in it, of course that would be principle money, not interest, and then I would take it over. That's a lot of money to be in debt, though. specially since I have another $9,000 in school loans.
I graduate on January 8th, 2008. I'm done with school, I just need to walk.
I have a wonderful girlfriend, too. I've been living with Kat since I started school in April, and she's really awesome. There are some things that bother me about her. Inability to make decisions, pooping for a million years sometimes twice a day, not being able to get anywhere on time. Stuff like that. But she's really sweet, and comfy, and cute, thoughtful, etc. It's been a really interesting experience, living with someone not my family, because I've gotten to see her personality and the way her brain works, and it's really cool. I also feel really good being around her, and I think that my personality has changed to the better since I have.
Sometimes I wonder if I made the right career choice. How do I really know? I guess I'll be finding out soon enough, but I'm scared. Scared that I don't know enough, or that I'm going to make the most stupid mistakes, that I won't learn fast enough. I guess those are the usual fears, though, and I'll do my best.
Kat and I had adopted a puppy a while ago who we named Lilly. She was the cutest thing ever. I was never very old when we had puppies growing up, so I didn't really know what it was like, but I really liked having her. Kat has another dog, Bear, who she has had for a couple years now, she rescued him when he was 3 or 4 or something. He was abused when he was younger, so he's always been a little barky at people. He never bites or anything, but he barks a lot. Bear and Lilly were outside while I was home for lunch during my externship, just like anyother day. Because I wasn't out there, I don't know how exactly it happened, but I can only guess that they went for the same treat at the same time, or maybe Bear was trying to show her who was boss, or something. All I know is that she started doing her bark whine thing she did when she got hurt or when she thought she was going to be hurt. I ran to the door, and when I opened it, all I saw was her with blood squirting out her head. I ran back into the house to get a towel to wrap around her, but when I got back, she had fallen off the porch, and she was moving in a way that made me thing that she was going to die right then, but she kept yelling, so I brought her in the house and set her on the couch so I could get shoes, and she fell off the couch. I felt like shit. I called Kat and told her to meet me at the Animal Hospital. They didn't really do anything but keep her alive a couple hours and charged us $800 for it. She died because the bite that Bear gave her fractured her skull, and cheek bone. The Vet told us that the bite would have had to have been a vicious one to make the kind of puncture that it did, to crush her bones, but we have to believe that it was an accident. She was my baby, and she died. I should never have let her come here. We thought that Bear would become this great dog around her, but he was just himself. I decided after that that I wouldn't bring another small thing in this house with Bear around. He's like that big guy on Mice and Men, the one who doesn't know his own strength, although I have to say that he's not gentle spirited.
anyway, that's really sad, and it's been a while, but it was really hard to deal with. I've never cried so hard in my life. My entire body was in it, and I almost had to pull over on the drive home. I wish I could tell her I'm sorry. I did tell her, but she was so drugged up that even if she knew english, she wouldn't have understood me. I wish I could hold her again, I wish I could have her sleep on my pillow again, and play with her little toys. I didn't really like cleaning up her accidents, but at least it would mean that she was still with me.
I'm going to go to bed, because I'm really tired now.
Hopefully I'll come back and post more at a later date.