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| It's nice when you're weekend starts earlier than you expect.
This morning something caught on fire at the plant where I work. Everything was under control and they got it out in a decent amount of time, but the smoke and fumes were horrible. Ever wonder what titanium smells like when it's cooked? Imagine some combination of burning rubber and teflon and you'll get an idea. Apparently it's not nice to breathe either, so I clocked out 2 hours early and brought home lunch for myself and the husband. Hope everything turns out alright over there... the company prides themselves on sterility and cleanliness, and the administrators didn't seem very happy.
This weekend I'm heading to Jersey to see family. It should be relaxing and fun--nothing urgent to do, just look at pictures and talk. I haven't been there for a month now... not since the wedding.
Wow. A whole month now and Duane and I haven't killed each other.  I think that's a pretty good sign. | | |
| Huh? What? Update my blog? Well, alright. At the least it should prove to be therapeduic.
So... let's see...
1. I've moved. (July)
2. I got married. (September)
3. I've had 2 jobs, and am set to leave my second one (on very good terms) by the end of October.
Everything else in my life is a consequence of those three things. Still unpacking boxes, calling every company I've ever interacted with to notify them of my name change, looking for new employment, etc.
There are good consequences, too. More space (my own desk! Yay!), an awesome husband, and well, I'm not too keen on leaving my job, but it was through a temp agency to begin with, so it wasn't going to be forever. Still, I didn't want to be a paper filer forever, so I'll be happy to try something else out.
More to come later. I hope! | | |
| I just got back from seeing Kill Bill: Vol.1. Spooky, but good. If you like samurai swords and lots of action (and blood), go see this movie.
Moving Day is getting closer. Valthonis is itching for me to come up and live with him (and why not?), and I'm actually excited about it, too. Heh... I'd better be. I am marrying him, after all. After the magazine is sent to the printer, I have no further commitments in this great state, so I'll probably be living in Hartford by the beginning/middle of November.
I would also like to give props to some boy, aka. my brother John. Hope you're doing well at college. I don't need to ask if you're having fun.  | | |
| Horray! Shannon likes my job so much, she's going to take it.
Actually, that's the point of training a new person. The point is, she enjoys the job, and I don't think she's going to leave anytime soon.
Now that that fear is mostly put to rest, I can concentrate on finding a new job for myself. I'd really like to work in retail, and now (I believe) is a good season for hiring employees. Only thing is, will I be employed come January 1st? Maybe I should look for the desk/office jobs. Maybe I should just look for any job, and then look into them more if they're interested in me.
It is cold where I live. Not as cold as where Valthonis lives, but much colder than where Valthonis used to live.
Ugh... it's tough, but here goes the search. | | |
| Currently Playing: Hey! Ho! Lets Go: The Anthology Train rides can be very relaxing, if only you relax while on them.
Sounds stupid, I know... but how do people function while constantly being worried, stressed out, or [other buzzword about stress]? "Oh no, the train is 5 minutes late, there's no dessert cart that comes through the isles, my cellphone dosen't get service in this area, I can't have two seats to myself..." Wow. I try to picture what their household is like, but then I start to get worked up.
I took a little trip to Hartford to see my fiance and to try and find a job. This whole moving thing won't be too bad. At 22, all my posessions could probably fit in my car in one trip. So, it's not the actual moving that I'm worried about, it's everything that goes along with it. For now, that means a job. Other things to follow will be insurance, car registration, and new social activities.
Hmmm. I think I'm supposed to get married sometime in all of that, too. *Jots it down on a scrap of paper*
Meh... I'll think about it all later. I go to work tomorrow to train my replacement. I certainly hope she likes the job. I'd keep it, if only it was full-time and I didn't have a future husband in another state. Back to my origional thought... I'd hate to see her leave at lunch time and not come back. Is there a job so horrible that anyone would do that? | | |
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