Finally a full-time job.

I work at the Homestead Assisted living center in Rexburg, Idaho. I work the graveyard shift alone in building 2. That's safe. Don't worry about a thing. I don't get a differential and I make minimum wage. I will be staying for at least 6 months at which time I'll receive a raise. I don't wipe many bums. I mainly cook and clean for ten hours straight. When I do have human contact it's usually one of the residents insulting me. One said, "You are heavy." Another said, "Walking a mile every day will do you good." Yes! Even the people who's tushes I have to wipe insult me.

Obviously I got enough beef that I didn't go to hair school. (Easier to blame everyone else than admit I never really wanted to go in the first place because it was Riley's dream and not my own.) Too much debt and I'd rather just move out. I NEED to move out. It's almost an emergency.

I need more electronics to make me happy. Let's face it, when people say money can't buy happiness, they're lying. Ask anyone with a really expensive phone and computer. They're so happy, it's not fair.

On another note, I have an addiction to craigslist. Not buying or selling things, but reading and responding to personal ads. I may or may not be done with posting ads... but there's something mysterious about responding to the unknown (knappy) craigslist man. Anyway, the usual.