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I finally got a job. wOOt. Go me.
Yeah. Its at a 7-11...again.
...but I really want to work.
I've felt like a super huge bum these past 6 months.
Now Mark won't have to pay for everything anymore.
The sucky thing is that its 3rd shift.
That I don't mind so much. Its not like I go out and do much now.
I just hope Mark and I don't end up working when we get the kids.
That happened before when I worked 3rds.
Mark would either get next to no sleep watching the kids...or my parents would have to watch them the whole weekend.
So hopefully everything comes out alright.