I was going to make this the other day, but, this works.
Uhm...that little crisis of mine is still sticking around and now it's just all over the place. I honestly don't know what's going on there. I seriously think I just need to go and see a career counselor and get that shit figured out.
Otherwise...work hasn't really been that bad lately. I think it's getting better, actually. I think it's a combination of: more experience, having a salon manager (who, personally, I like), and the co-worker who gave me the most grief is no longer there. The work environment's improved I think, and my skills have improved as well as having people who will actually help me out when I need it with a dog -- I just have to work on actually asking, because I don't always do that.
I keep getting asked if I plan on going to academy to be a groomer. I don't know if that's just something they encourage all bathers to do or if they actually think I'm good enough and could be a good groomer...I don't know. I've thought about it I guess, given it thought at least, but I don't really know. I'm leaning towards no because I don't know as I want to commit to it for at least two years...but at the same time my head's telling me: full-time hours, commission, solid work. You know, stuff like that. My head is apparently as confused as I am.
Money situation...I need new work boots, probably new sneakers, I need new headphones/earphones, my Jeep's due for an inspection next month and needs work. Oh yea, there's Christmas too -- a holiday I'm beginning to feel neutral about at best. There's also that whole "I want a second dog" deal. I feel like I'm barely making payments on my credit cards (I only have two) and my truck payment with a little to spare. I feel like I need to get as many hours as I can, even if my schedule is shit, otherwise I'll be fucked. I'm still owed $400 and need at least an oil change on my Jeep before I can go up to get it -- and hopefully I won't have to take the people to small claims. Let's see...what else...I know Jin's due for her yearly and her rabies the beginning of 2011 and next year we're beginning the senior wellness stuff, so we'll see how much that is. Oh, yea, and I found out when I got home today that apparently workers comp is denying payment on the medical bills I accrued one Friday back in August because it's medical-related and not work-related.
I'm...pissed. I'm upset. I have no idea where things are going right now. I can't fucking afford those bills and if I have to fight it legally I don't think I could afford that either. I have to call the hospital: they gave a number to call so I can talk to their workers comp advisor. After fighting all fucking year to avoid bankruptcy I might have to file for it anyways. At fucking 22!
Life's just great...
To think I was on my way home today (it was a pretty good day, too -- I had my favorite St Bernard in for a bath and brush) thinking about an ACD at the SPCA and wondering if I should just give it a shot, see if they still do trials and see if I can convince my ma to give a trial run to see if an ACD could work in the situation after all. To think...
Something tells me my life's falling apart instead...again this year. It was just starting to fucking stabilize too.
I also forgot my iPod at work earlier so I have to drive back up there to pick it up.
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