I've had nothing to write about for so long, trying to get over being laid off from my dream job in May (before I started, mind you) after a bogus state budget cut and seeing no end in sight but the bank, listening to my new boss's sexist racist homophobic comments.

Decided kind of last-minute to go back to school and at least take some social work prereqs so I didn't feel so much that I was just waiting for the rest of my life to start. Applying to grad school takes some time, yo, and most schools don't even have their fall apps up yet. Got offered a volunteer spot at United Cerebral Palsy in the Supported Employment office; things were looking up.

Yesterday out of the blue, I was scanning some house-decor inspiration out of my borrowed Apartment Therapy book (highly recommended!) and Austin showed me a missed call from a phone number I never forgot. My heart started racing as I gripped my phone waiting for the voicemail message to pop up. I knew she would leave a voicemail. She's dependable like that. I still think I dreamed it up when I dialed in and heard:

"Hey Kristin, it's ***** at *********. We just had a 40-hour position become available in Supported Employment Job Coaching and ****** wanted me to offer the job to you. The salary and benefits and job description and everything would be the same, you don't need to go through all the tests and paperwork again. I don't know if you need to sleep on it or anything, or if you've found another job, but you can call me back tomorrow if you need to sleep on it. My office hours are..."

I frantically called back and almost screamed YES YES YES when can I start?!?!?! By the way, I have school for 12 hours a week now, crap. They said it's fine, they wanted me, they would figure something out, we would make it work, we were meant to beeeee!

The thing that kills me is that our lease is up April 30th. Why oh why couldn't I have found this job earlier instead of being at the bank the majority of my post-graduation time here? Surely our landlord would let us extend it a few months into the summer if we need to figure some things out with wherever we move next, or more likely for the fact that I will want to stay at this job as long as possible, heh. Will someone even want to be your reference if you've only worked there less than 9 months? Sigh.

It's like how I get upset when I think about how haggard Zoe was when we got her, how her inevitable arthritis when she's old from a bump from a car that was never treated may take her away from me sooner. There's nothing I can do about it now but I still think "she's my tough as nails little calico, why couldn't I have had her from the beginning?" but the important thing is, I have her and this position now...