countdown to life, in 5, 4, 3...

In about 5 hours, I will once again rejoin the working class and be a useful member of society.  So why am I not asleep? Partly because I'm recently addicted to Hay Day (I figured out how to push those dang frogs off my property, hehehe!!! Cunning!!!  Skill!!!) but mostly because I'm nervous.

   I've taken work in social services as an overnight associate. (So staying up late is probably good preemptive training..)

    I went unexpectedly with my mother to a conference training regarding our food bank a couple weeks back and happened to sit at a table with my Now boss. He had been speaking about his workplace, and when I expressed interest he advised me of a position available at his location. I applied, interviewed with 3 authorities there, and was fortunately hired following the tour. God-sent, right?  That's how I see it. Nonetheless, nearly everyone I've told has been concerned for my safety - more so than I had expected. It hadn't seemed like a big deal to me initially, I was just excited to be working again. Fortunately, a friend of mine from Macy's told me his wife had previously worked in the same position, so I contacted her and she was kind enough to give me a crash course on what sorts of things to expect and duties I'll have in this position.

Worries aside, I'm currently laying on the furthermost upper left corner of my bed,  surrounded by the upheaved dredges of my life. I mean, bedroom.

For those that frequent my home,  you're aware that my room is nearly always a mess, but this is a literal and thorough gutting out of my possessions. Why? It's the result of a desperate search for documents that have hitherto been unheeded and carelessly packaged.  (They asked for everything short of a blood sample, although I'm sure that'll be next on the list.)

Seriously, I'm sharing a bed with boxes of books that I'm too lazy to attempt to balance elsewhere.....while odds and ends from thrift stores, vhs tapes, valueless beanie babies, paint tubes, comics, broken trophies my mom won't let me toss, more books, clothes and shoes litter every other available space. Oh, and one of my closet doors is leaning against my dresser.  (I had to go through my closet shelf as well.) The smell of dust is prevalent.

I was relatively successful, but failed to locate my AA. I knooowww it's in here somewhere, but I may have to just order a duplicate.

Well, I'm tempted to just stay up, but since caffeine and I have a rather tenuous friendship, I suppose some sleep is better than none. Here's to working, learning, and having money to buy cat food lol. Cheers!