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This Was Going To Be A Rambling Post....

I just liked the picture...

This was going to be a rambling post, but I've decided not to ramble....  I'm going to get to the point of what I think, then post a little snippet of something.

I noticed I haven't updated this blog in a couple weeks and I'd like to try to update it more regularly.  I actually find it helpful to me.  It documents my forward progress.  I want to complain, but I'm not going to.  My non-fiction piece (that I hope to do more work on) might actually be a lot of complaining, though I hope not.

I need to better organize my time.  I need to not let stress deter me.

Here's what I've been working on:

I had been out of work for three months, (though it became four once I finally started Job #3.)  Job #3 was completely different than the job I had before.  After the horrid Job #2 and before Job #3 came the Casino.  Yup, that's right, I worked at a casino.  I was a server on the gaming floor, then a server and sometimes a bartender in one of the restaurants.  Working for the Casino was a mixture of awesome and awful.  I made some awesome money and had some awesome co-workers.  There were also opportunities to move up and through the ranks.  It was a job where I often had fun.  The hours were awful.  It was hard work.  I was tired a lot.  I had to deal with some interesting/questionable people.  I barely saw my friends and family.  I also didn't really have a social life outside of work.  I barely saw my boyfriend.  We were ships passing in the night, catching an afternoon together a couple times a week, but rarely more.  I don't know how much longer I could have worked there if we didn't move.

My hubby/boyfriend got a job about two hours north east of where we were living, so we had to relocate.  It was time for me to move.  It wasn't just the job.  I was done living in that town.  It lacked a lot of the things I loved.  After what happened with Job #2, I couldn't help but feel this might be a problem I would face again.  

I know it needs editing, but that's for later.