Current mood:	mischievous
Current music:	Go Away --Gloria Estefan

Is it Friday yet?
So the new job...well, it's a job, and A job is better than NO job. So, it's ok, not hard, not stressful (yet), the boss-lady is a little bitchy but she's the boss-lady so I guess that's her prerogative. So, it's an ok job, I can do it, but I am not making enough money!! They want me to get my license to sell Real Estate, and I could potentially be making a lot more money by this time next year, but what would even be better than that would be money NOW. I won't even get a paycheck for 3 weeks.

Things are quiet at the moment, 10:39 p.m. and the children are asleep, the husband is (still) working in Virginia, and I did not even turn on the TV because if I do I tend to watch Law and Order till midnight. (What an exciting life.) Allegedly, I was going to bed at 9:30 so nobody gets to school late. One good thing about this job is that I do not have to be there till 9:00 a.m.

But anyway, I'm awake and contemplating if I can get a Masters in Criminal Science if my BA is in Spanish, or if I should just get a BS in Criminal Science since I just graduated and all the core classes are done. Hmm. Then again if I am going (supposedly) into Real Estate, maybe I should look into something to do with that. I need to go back to school for SOMETHING because I already feel my brain turning to mush. The Real Estate classes start on October 9th so I've got that coming up for now. I'll figure it out later.

So I am moving in 3 weeks and trying hard to be motivated to pack. It is not easy to be motivated about this much unrewarding work. When I'm finished, what? I get to look at all the pretty boxes, taped shut and labeled, then I get to move the heavy bastards into a truck, off same truck, into new place, and then UNPACK them all!?!

I hate moving.

In other news, hot Italian guy gave me his phone number. Yes, I do have a husband, and I have his picture in front of me at this very moment so I can't forget, even though he is not here. (It is so hard for me to be good. You just don't know.) What are the chances that hot Italian guy just wants to be friends? He seems innocent enough. Perhaps the only one with lascivious thoughts here is me. Friends, that's all, see? That would be just fine with me because I think I could mostly keep my hands off him.