::House in Order

I have never had a January quite like this. My dream job, my football team going to the Super Bowl… can this string of wonders go on?

I’m bending my sleep schedule backward, a gentle tidal shift instead of my usual gibbery-eyed all-nighter schedule-switch. It’s nice instead of violent.

Last weekend we went out and spent $300 on new clothes for me. It made the new job seem real, something I could reach out and clasp in both hands. I haven’t owned a pair of khakis in many years. I’m still holding out on buying my first tie.

Less than 36 hours until the first time I walk through the door at the new job. My tummy goes all fluttery thinking about it. It’s strange; with most new jobs, I’ve felt nervous, maybe even a little panicky. This time I’m just excited. I’m not sure what that means, but I hope $DEITY stays on my side about it. I want to believe this job is meant for me, and that I will walk in that door, learn what needs to be learned, and set about becoming a rockstar.

I turned in my keys and equipment for one of my two part-time jobs today, and am officially off the hook with them. That was liberating; I didn’t like that job very much.

My other job, the airport job – I’m doing them a favor and playing out the string. Tonight it was bitter, windy cold and snowy. The powdery stuff, that was whipping around in the wind and stinging my cheeks. So light that it was wafting up my pants-legs when the wind blew. I think it’s because $DEITY wants to make sure I’m grateful when I sit in my new office chair, at a desk with a roof over it. During the day.

I will be grateful. And, speaking of that, I want to do something that I’ve talked about for many, many years: give to charity. I’ve been just scraping by ever since I moved out of the house at 19 years old. Some of that has been due to bad decisions on my part, but anyway. I’ve never been one to donate to the charities that send spam-letters or leave voicemails or ring bells at supermarket entries. The most I’ve given is a couple of pennies in the give-one, leave-one bowl.

My excuse for many, many years has been “I’m poor; I’d be happy to give if I were financially comfortable.” And, more or less, this was true, as I’ve never been the type of person to skip meals or entertainment to give to charity. Never have been, and still am not.

We will be financially comfortable, once I get settled into this new position. I won’t have to skimp on myself to have room to give to others. I’ll still be no Bill Gates – but I’d like to give SOMETHING, instead of making a lifelong hypocrite of myself. I’ll have to put some time into research, though. I don’t want to poo my money away to some bad charity. $DEITY expects better of me.

I would ramble on, but I’m sleepy. Are the new layout/colors/background okay? Is it hard to read? I’m undecided on it, still.