A lot of things have happened. Mostly good. Some very good things.
We have an apartment. It’s cute. Right now, it’s bare bones, but there is a lot of potential. We had a lot of help getting here. There were kindnesses that I will never be able to repay. They are still going on.
I’m back into the workforce. I have missed working. And it’s a full time position that will work perfectly with my families schedule. Getting a paycheck every week is extremely rewarding.
Slowly but surely, our lives are righting themselves. It’s still going to take work, patience and time. But we have that time.
I have plans for decor. I found out that I can connect my Walmart photo account to my facebook. Which means, I have access to all my photos to be printed. Pinterest is an amazing resource. There are so many ideas.
I should have a washer and dryer sometime next week. And plans for the rest of the furniture we need.
A few weeks ago, the store I work in was robbed on my shift. Third shift has two workers. My coworker was doing the day end paperwork (the shift is split) and I had begun breakfast, and there were three other people in the store at (one other coworker in as a customer) when it happened. No one was hurt. I think he was surprised with how many were actually in the store. He had to have thought that John was alone. Courtney was able to sneak into the office and call the police. It is not an experience that I care to ever repeat, but I refuse to allow some jerk to ruin my goals.
I like my coworkers. I like my job. We have some really great customers. The hard part? We sell fresh pizza 24/7. I’ve learned alot, and I can make a pretty great looking pie, but I still can’t get over my dislike for pizza. The breakfast pizzas are good, and we make a chicken, bacon alfredo that is to die for, but red sauce and I do not get along. That doesn’t stop me from taking pride in my job and making the best looking (and reportedly, tasting) pie as possible.
I keep taking pictures and sharing them on facebook. It would probably be more helpful to advertise if it weren’t for the fact that most of my facebook friends didn’t know my dislike of pizza. But… They are pretty…
There are far more than ten things to be thankful for in this post. I can’t even begin to name them all. New friends, seeing old friends, new beginnings.