so I've pretty much been on my own for the last week or so
And you know, if I had a bigger paycheck, I think I could definitely hack the "on my own" thing whenever I'm able to move out. Then again, I'm due for another measley raise next month when I hit my two-year anniversary.
That's crazy to think I've been working at SVT for two years. Really, it's crazy to think I've been away from the big blue 'Buster for that long and haven't stepped foot in since I quit. But you know, I do like it better at SVT. I get along with management pretty well, the hours are better (if not consistent...my only real gripe), it's a union job, and because of that, I'm guaranteed to a raise every six months per my contract. No stinking "pay freezes" here. I just don't want to be a "lifer."
Kevin's coming to terms with this at his job. He's seen what perks he can get if he works his way up to a management position, and I will support him in this if he chooses to really go for it.
But alas, I've went on a tangent. Dad and Mom have been in Alabama for the last week or so, taking care of loose ends with Grandma Cozie's affairs. I've been talking to Mom every day, and the reason it's taken then longer than they originally anticipated is because she had a lot of money--and Mom emphasized the words "a lot" over the phone--wrapped up in her banking accounts and in life insurance and investments and stuff. If we play our cards right (and since we have a pretty good family lawyer on our side with Joan's husband), we should be very well taken care of.
They're supposed to be home by tonight. Since they've been gone the last week and Hunter and I have been home, I've noticed this is what's been taking up a lot of my time:
--cleaning around the house
--cooking
--working
--playing with Bo
What's been bothering me is the fact that I've dropped a small fortune on food, but I haven't eaten much of it. Why? Because Hunter's been pigging out on it. A bag of SunChips--I got maybe a handful. A container of strawberries--Hunter tore through it. A box of Chex cereal--all consumed by Hunter. A gallon of milk--because you can't eat cereal without it. A whole bowlful of leftover spaghetti--Hunter ate it. Nearly an entire loaf of bread and a package of lunchmeat--he ate a crapload of sandwiches. A 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke--guess who? You know, if he's going to tear through all of the food, the least he could do is maybe foot part of the grocery bill.
*tangent* Happy Cinco de Mayo everybody! (Although el 16 de septiembre is the real Mexican Independence Day....why do we in America make more of a big deal over cinco de mayo? Probably because it's easier for us Americans to say "Cinco de Mayo.") Have a few tacos and crack open a Corona with me, mis amigos.
*tangent* ........FOUR MORE DAYS!!!!
That's crazy to think I've been working at SVT for two years. Really, it's crazy to think I've been away from the big blue 'Buster for that long and haven't stepped foot in since I quit. But you know, I do like it better at SVT. I get along with management pretty well, the hours are better (if not consistent...my only real gripe), it's a union job, and because of that, I'm guaranteed to a raise every six months per my contract. No stinking "pay freezes" here. I just don't want to be a "lifer."
Kevin's coming to terms with this at his job. He's seen what perks he can get if he works his way up to a management position, and I will support him in this if he chooses to really go for it.
But alas, I've went on a tangent. Dad and Mom have been in Alabama for the last week or so, taking care of loose ends with Grandma Cozie's affairs. I've been talking to Mom every day, and the reason it's taken then longer than they originally anticipated is because she had a lot of money--and Mom emphasized the words "a lot" over the phone--wrapped up in her banking accounts and in life insurance and investments and stuff. If we play our cards right (and since we have a pretty good family lawyer on our side with Joan's husband), we should be very well taken care of.
They're supposed to be home by tonight. Since they've been gone the last week and Hunter and I have been home, I've noticed this is what's been taking up a lot of my time:
--cleaning around the house
--cooking
--working
--playing with Bo
What's been bothering me is the fact that I've dropped a small fortune on food, but I haven't eaten much of it. Why? Because Hunter's been pigging out on it. A bag of SunChips--I got maybe a handful. A container of strawberries--Hunter tore through it. A box of Chex cereal--all consumed by Hunter. A gallon of milk--because you can't eat cereal without it. A whole bowlful of leftover spaghetti--Hunter ate it. Nearly an entire loaf of bread and a package of lunchmeat--he ate a crapload of sandwiches. A 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke--guess who? You know, if he's going to tear through all of the food, the least he could do is maybe foot part of the grocery bill.
*tangent* Happy Cinco de Mayo everybody! (Although el 16 de septiembre is the real Mexican Independence Day....why do we in America make more of a big deal over cinco de mayo? Probably because it's easier for us Americans to say "Cinco de Mayo.") Have a few tacos and crack open a Corona with me, mis amigos.
*tangent* ........FOUR MORE DAYS!!!!