Working Things Out
By sheer coincidence (hah!), Exeter's well-wishing came true this time. Dad's decided to accept the job, which is good, and in the meantime (during all of the moving/relocating/resettling/etc.) his church has waived his responsibility for preaching anything except the Sunday morning service. This is also good, because it means that I can join him without feeling guilty about forcing him to make two additional two-hour drives.
Wayne got a job. He says that it's boring (from what he describes of it, it is, too: proofreading and checking reports, from what I hear,) but it's good money, and I'm glad that he has something. Besides, it's the graveyard shift, which means that I have a good reason for my insomnia. :)
I still don't have a job. This is bad. There are, however, both state colleges and more job sites where Dad is moving, which is promising. Hopefully I'll be able to come up with something.
Wayne got a job. He says that it's boring (from what he describes of it, it is, too: proofreading and checking reports, from what I hear,) but it's good money, and I'm glad that he has something. Besides, it's the graveyard shift, which means that I have a good reason for my insomnia. :)
I still don't have a job. This is bad. There are, however, both state colleges and more job sites where Dad is moving, which is promising. Hopefully I'll be able to come up with something.