To The Moon!

I was going to write a post explaining my aversion for Halloween, but that night I had to stay late at work and then daylight savings was that night as well. Daylight savings are the tow days a year where my body clocks out of life and it takes me forever to adjust. I did not get up and go to church that day and was an hour and a half late for this birthday party I was invited to. And today wasn’t any easier, I came home and watched youtube until I fell asleep at like 4:30 and slept right thru dinner. When Cody woke me up it was only 6:30 but I had forgotten that the latter part of my day didn’t even happen. I forgot I never woke up and made dinner and did all the things I wanted to this evening and I thought it was just the middle of the night. Thanks weird space calendar trippy seasonal changes stupid stupid...

And way to go, Katlyn. 

So anyhow, maybe I will write that post about Halloween, but today I have something positive to write about. 

I’m getting out of the hell that is the Walmart bakery for at least two weeks to go be the temp department manager in apparel. And I get to take care of the BABY CLOTHES portion of apparel, of all things. #babyfeveriscoming . The assistant manager explained to me that she was once in the position where I was, and how it was a good experience to at least know what a next level up position would be like if I wanted to move up (which I do) and in her situation, she got promoted shortly after her trial run. So as you can guess, I’m fantasizing what it would be like to have a guaranteed 40 hours a weekend a pay raise, and to be the boss, even if its just first level. I get to wear my hair down, don’t have to compulsively wash my hands, no dishes, no fussy old ladies who take their job way too seriously, and my manicure might last more thank .25 seconds. 

I am already beyond thankful, because even at associate rate of pay, 40 hours is still something to do back flips over. Bills, bills, bills. Adult life. And if I could get promoted, that’d be even better. 

God is so good :)

So that’s my good news. At least the major piece of good news I have. You could count my parents agreeing not to claim me on their taxes this year even though I lived with them for 8/12 months this year good news because it means I should get some actually useful financial aid by the time fall of 2017 rolls around and hopefully I’ll be able to get to go to school for art. That’s a whole other post that I won’t bore you with for now, haha.