It's me, Chelsea. So I have been meaning to blog since....a week ago, but I finally have found time in my *lazy* schedule to write it up, so here it goes.
Well, big news.
I MOVED!!!!
Yes, this is a very true fact. I have moved to Bountiful to pursue a job. That leads to my other news.
I GOT A JOB!!!
Yes, once again, I have risen from the ashes like a glorious phoenix (Really shouldn't write after jogging. My similes are out of this world) and have found myself another job.
You see, I was super stressed about my 4H one ending in May then having a month-long break until mid June. So I was flipping out and I was thinking, well, I better apply for another job. So I went job searching and I found a promising job. So I applied for this in April and didn't hear back from it until May...8thish. At this point
I WAS A MESS
BUT. I was freaking out about it and I was like, well, I might as well pray about it and BAM! I had a call for a job interview. Now, I know it sounds like I make it sound like a miracle, but seriously, in my eyes this was a miracle of miracles. So I had the interview and then I had to wait again. The waiting lasted FOREVER. I pretty much gave up on the job until---once again---I prayed about it and BAM! I got the job! Yes, praying does help. It is especially helpful too when your priorities fit in with the Big Man's too.
So I had my HR meeting last Wednesday and they were just giving me all this information and things that I needed to do before I started the job. So we were talking and the mention of a drug test came up. That, and a fingerprint test (which was AWESOME.) So I was thinking, yeah, I will just go get a drug test. All you have to do is pee in a cup, right?
Well, sort of.
So I went to the clinic to have the test taken. The nurse, Hector, came out and called for me. So we were chatting up a storm and whatnot when he took me into the "testing room". There were two stalls, a counter, and HORRIBLE 90's dance music playing. I even dare say that it was the song "Be My Lover" on. So I was thinking, okay, I guess I will go into the other bathroom. That led to an awkward stare down we had until he said, "Well, do you want me to give you some privacy?"
You have got to be kidding me. Not only do I have to pee in the same room with someone, but with a freaking MAN! I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so I just sheepishly went into one of the stalls. Let's be real here, though. Horrible 90's dance music doesn't make it any easier to pee. So I sat there and miracle of miracles, I was able to fulfill my drug test.
The worst part about it though? When I came out of the stall, he looked at me and said "Wash your hands now." Uh, excuse me? You really think that I am not going to wash my hands after I tried to pee in a cup (almost impossible) and with your presence in the room? Yeah, I think I don't need a reminder to wash my hands.
So with all the "fun stuff" done, I was able to move in...that weekend. Well, no one was prepared for me to move. So, after a few breakdowns, I was able to put myself *and stuff* together and make the trek down to Bountiful. So pretty much I am living with my bed in the kitchen so I can watch television at night. I will post pictures. The hospital is bringing me furniture this week, so I am not too worried about that.
I might as well unveil my job to you now. I am working with Davis Behavioral Health and I am actually a live-in companion to a transition home. So, let me put it this way.
I am like an RA for a dorm...or something like that. Really, though, it is not that bad of a job. I know I have been working for two days, but seriously, eight women is not THAT bad....
But then again, one is enough.
I am really excited to see where things will be going with it though. So I will really, really, REALLY try to update A.M.A.P. I will send pictures too.
Cheers.
Ch.Wa.
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