I started my new job today. In case you’ve not been counting, I was officially unemployed for nearly two years. Two years. TWO YEARS. One more time — TWO. FRICKIN’. YEARS. Luckily, I had not yet moved out as I had planned when I lost my last job, and thankfully I have wonderful relatives who have supported me financially and emotionally during this time. Unluckily, I have been blessed with a virtual Merck’s Manual’s worth of illnesses and medical conditions, and that crap costs money. Not to mention I lost my insurance when I turned 25. So lots of money.

I had sworn for awhile that I wouldn’t go back to retail. Aw, hail, no, I’d say at the mention of retail. But, honestly? I’m good at it. I’m good at registers and talking to people and organizing things until I nearly concuss myself from trying to make things exactly even and straight. It’s nice to be back somewhere I can indulge my loves of talking and anal retentiveness. I told The Guy last night, “You know how much I talk. Now imagine how much I talk WHEN SHIT GOES ON IN MY LIFE.” He has only known me while I’ve been unemployed and lazy. Poor guy doesn’t know what he’s in for.

So maybe I’ll have things to blog about, too? JOY!