Check the date. It's not April first. I'm not kidding this time.
Long story short- (I know, I know, you're thinking, "Bakeshow, since when do you only tell short stories?" and I hear your pain. I've rarely been one to just get to the point. I have to dance around the horse and beat it till it's good and dead.) I have been offered a job at a hospital in Salt Lake...
... and I accepted.
I'm scared out of my mind- but it feels really good. It's full time and a teeny raise- which is good, because it's 12 hour shifts so I'll actually be getting fewer hours. BUT because it's 12 hours- that means I only work three days a week so I could get another job (if anyone else will hire me...?)
For the time being I will live with me Aunt. I don't know what I did right life to deserve such generous relatives! I think it will be good for both of us, and good for me to spend some quality time with my dear Auntie.
My last day at EIRMC is the 26th and I start there on the 29th. So I have a weekend to get down there. But it's not like I'm Moving moving- just relocating. When I can afford to- then I will do the real moving.
but I think I'll be Ok.