I have an interview today for a receptionist position. I am really hoping I get it because it seems like a nice job and it is only a couple of blocks from where Matt works, so it would also serve as a solution to our car woes.
Cross your fingers for me!
My dad made a somewhat weird agreement with me that if I lose 52 pounds he’ll give me $100. Given the previous post, I could really use it. After today’s weigh in, I’ve got 4 pounds to go. (Well, really 3.8, but who’s counting.)
Surprisingly, this isn’t an entry about weight loss. This is about life and how sometimes it sorta sucks.
On New Year’s Eve, my sweet husband finally let me know how our financial picture is looking. It ain’t good.
I have been living the good life of a housewife and really loving it. Occasionally, I would ask if I needed to go back to work for financial reasons, and his answer was always, “no, you don’t need to work.”
Still, I had kept my eyes peeled for a part time job, as some extra spending money would really be nice. However, nothing had really ever come my way. And, I really didn’t mind, since I have been really pouring my efforts into the weight loss thing.
But, on New Year’s Eve the ugly truth raised its ugly head. I’ll spare the details of our “discussion” but it became clear that we aren’t doing so hot. I could continue to be unemployed, but things are really going to be tight.
So, I contacted a friend and I may have landed a small job cleaning houses. Not the greatest job, but at least it burns calories and is flexible. We all felt better.
Until today.
Today we took my car in, which has been groaning on turns and leaking a lot of fluid and was even starting to smoke. Bad news ensues. My car needs a new power steering fluid pump, new rack and pinion and not too far off, a new timing belt. $3000.
Cross your fingers that this job works out.