Tuesday, September 6, 2011

progress is amazing

Oh accounting, how I loathe thee.  So here it is the last week of my first accounting class, and once again I failed the exam.  See, I thought I was being smart, time wise, to take the final before I even looked at the final assignments for the week.

STUPID STUPID STUPID!!!!!!!  I got a higher than usual score on the final, but still a fail.  So now I know not to do THAT again.

Moving day is coming up.  The new place seemed a little confusing, layout-wise when I looked at it, and the laundry room is a bit different from mine…  It’s the same number of bedrooms, but a different building and orientation from mine,  completely opposite in every way.  The carpet still needs to be cleaned, and I’ve been packing like a crazy woman.  It seemed brighter, and looks like it may get afternoon shade – WIN!

I’m still waiting for the disbursement to hit my account.  I use it to live during the semester since I don’t have a “real” job.  You know, one of those defining activities with pay, benefits, time around adults and a dress code, a reason to keep your nails nice and use your inside voice, ya know, nothing THAT important.  Instead, I keep house (and I’m doing better, real – medication is my saving grace, along with staring over in a different apartment) and raise kids that are convinced that I have no idea what I’m talking about.
Buuuuuuuuuuuut…  There’s a chance for a job, right here on the apartment property.  Which would be really really great, but it’s looking like I’m going to have to re-create my resume.  But working at the office would mean that I could have Cae’s driver drop him at the office, Marion would be able to go to day care for some socialization, and I’d be able to FINALLY stop living cheque to cheque, allotment to allotment.  Yeah, that’s the UK spelling.  I like it better – it seems more elegant, and doesn’t look like I’m saying “check one check two” to test the radios while on site for a show.

So, I’ll keep ya posted.  I’m thinking that a job on the outside is really needed at this point in my recovery.  I seem to do better when there’s a task that gets me out of the house every day.  I don’t procrastinate on the chores, supper’s on time, and I’m not as laissez faire (see what I did there?  Yup, I’ve got a huge useless vocabulary, ha ha) about my homework.