So glam.

One day, after I was feeling better from my stupid tonsil removal from hell, Evan was all, "are you gonna start looking for a job again?" Excuse me? No.

But that's not how that went. Because I feel terrible that we've been a one-income family for three plus months and we are going to Ethiopia in omg four months? What? (Time. Please slow down?) And I feel terrible that I spend money all the time because I have a bad habit of needing a new outfit every time I do something and needing makeup and needing to eat and blahblahblah. Also, I had a bad habit of not getting Sybil spayed and now we have 7 kitties and those things are not cheap. (Ps. I need to post pictures of the little monsters! They're so big!)

Anyway. Rambling.

I went to this temp agency because I'm over monster.com. So over them and their "Wendy's wants to hire you as a manager!!!" Um. No.

The temp lady was so nice, so understanding and so willing to get me a job that I would like.

But I had to leave empty handed. It was a little frustrating, but then I realized I would have one more day of freedom, one more day of fun (at least) before chaining myself to a new job. Then I got home and I literally stepped in the door and she was calling me about a 3 week temp job. Not exactly what I had in mind, but whatever. It was 3 weeks of pay so I took it.

So where am I spending the next three weeks? Mackenzie Disposal.

Yup. That's exactly what it sounds like. Garbage collection. Ew? Yeah, ew.

I'm an office person. I don't touch the garbage. (Sarah, remember when you thought you had a glamorous summer job? Mine is better.) I answer the phone, post bills, enter route info, and type. I've never ever had an office job and I kind of like it. I can wear jeans and flip flops. I get an HOUR lunch break. I get my own desk. I like it. It's completely different than anything I've ever done. It's a nice change.


BUT. Apparently I'm going blind. First day on the job? Migraine by 12:00 because I was attempting to read the tiny little print on a million pages of paper. (I'm spoiled with my kindle. I will never be able to read books, newspapers, or paper and print again.) So I dug out my glasses, that I probs should be wearing anyway, and no more migraines! Plus they're cute. Evan told me I'm a "sexy secretary." I'll take it.

Ps. Is anyone else so freaking excited for July? I am. The fourth (not the third, screw. the. third. I hate you.), anniversary (shut up in here. one year? already?), family reun (sup fam?), David Crowder. OMG. One good thing after another. So. So. So. excited.