Going to talk to my old employer tonight about potentially coming back, he sounded supportive of the idea.
If I get this job, it means 40 hours a week (minimum wage, but it’s MONEY).
This means I’ll be able to start getting Baby and me back on our feet again.
This means I’ll start being self-sufficient again.
I can stop freaking out about rent and food and medicine and basic necessities because I’ll actually have my own income.
This also means that plane tickets to Scotland/England are not as far-fetched of an idea as it had been previously. (My lovelies who live there, TIME TO GET PLANNING…provided I get the job. PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR ME.)
GUYS keep me in your thoughts or prayers or good feelings or whatever it is that you practice, because little Bean and I NEED THIS JOB.
