I have a lot. After almost 2 years of being very unhappy with my life, the last two weeks have been wonderful (other than the constant injuries at work - 'cause I’m a klutz)
The other day, my sister and I rented a George Carlin DVD. He mentioned cornholing. I love this word. I don’t know why. It just strikes me as funny. Well anyway, the next day at work, one of my sister’s bosses was talking about the game Cornhole. So, my sister was confused. I looked it up on Urban Dictionary to show her the differences between the two.
The first time I looked, I totally missed the first definition. The one with almost 1200 positive votes. The next most popular definition has 25 positive votes. When I finally saw it (not the bit in italics), I laughed like a maniac on crack for about 10 minutes. My sister and her boyfriend now think I’m totally deranged. I was on the phone with my ex boyfriend at the time. Luckily, he lived with me for 8 years so he understands my brain and he laughed too.
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On a less childish note, after 9 months in this hellhole state, working a series of shitty jobs which made me completely miserable, I finally got the job I really wanted. I interviewed for it back in October. The first step was a test, which I aced. The next step was an interview with HR, then with the plant manager. Then a drug test. Then a background check. After all of this, I got a letter telling me that I had been accepted into the hiring pool and that they had decided not to hire at that point. Being the cynical person I can be, I automatically assumed they didn’t like me and were just making me feel better about being rejected.
Well, a week before Christmas, they called back. It was perfect timing. It was the morning after my boss made me cry for the third time in less than 2 weeks. They offered me the job, making $4 per hour more than any other factory job in this area would pay. I’m now making only $2 per hour less than I was before I left MA.
Anyway, I started working there on the 7th. I finished my training this Monday. I started on overnights on Tuesday. I love it. I’m actually happy to go to work. I love my coworkers. I love my two bosses. Everyone is so nice to me. I actually feel productive when I’m at work (because I’m actually making something) unlike my last job where I just put shit in boxes. There’s definitely something to be said for liking your job.
And finally, my birthday was this past Sunday. I was depressed. This was my first birthday since my ex and I broke up. I wasn’t very happy with life in general, except for my job. My wonderful sister did everything she could to make it special for me. She made me some excellent chili, bought IBC root beer (my favorite), Bostom Creme Pie, and italian bread. She also bought me some scratch tickets. She put an over the hill tombstone candle on my pie (even though I’m only 28). And the best thing she did for me - she let me take a really long bath, in her tub. I love baths. I hate being cramped. She and her boyfriend have a huge tub. No one is allowed to use it except them. I keep offering to pay to use it. It never occurred to me that she was saving it for a special occasion. She even bought some Calgon for me to use. I waited until everyone was gone and then took a book and spent almost 2 hours in the bath. It was pure heaven. Tomorrow morning, the two of us are leaving her boyfriend and their kids at the house and we’re going to the casino. Her birthday is in two weeks so it’s our way to celebrate both together. I love my sister.