In honor of our move to Boston:

(I saw this in an airport on the way to Florida)

How to build a scratching post

I just thought it would be entertaining to mention that I looked at the referring links people use to get to this blog, and one caught my eye and made me laugh.
Someone from California was referred to my blog after utilizing a search engine with the question "how to build a scratching post" and my link popped up. I wonder if they were a bit surprised to discover a lack of instructions in here...

That is my final answer

It's set in motion, there's no turning back, we're moving to Boston this summer.
TJ starts with his Phd program, and I got a phone call today formally requesting an interview with the dental office I mentioned last blog-post! The first time, they said they'd like to meet with me, this time they actually used the word "interview"!
I'm a little cautious about hoping for this job, since my hoping has only led me to let-downs in my past career endeavors...

quick turnaround

Ok so after the defeat of yesterday, I inquired about a dental assistant job I found on a job-search site and got called back about it already today! The woman seemed really interested, wants me to send my resume ASAP (so if anyone is good at proofreading those, please let me know!), and fax out letters of recommendation. I explained that we'll be moving in July and be out there in June to look for housing, and she told me she wants to meet with me when we're there in June! I already have an interview!!

This was very refreshing to hear, considering I spoke with the dental school I applied to out there right before her call, where they pretty much reassured me that I don't have a snowball's chance in hell there anymore. I'm starting to really get used to the idea of being a hygienist, and being perfectly happy as one. One door closes, another window opens...

Movin' on out

It is decided, and I have an announcement to make: We're moving to Boston.
TJ sent in his letter of intent yesterday. Mom actually looked like she was getting teary eyed when I told her we're actually going. This caught me off guard, as the first time I mentioned it to her, she seemed to brush it off like she couldn't care less.
I also received a letter of my own from Boston, that of a rejecting nature from the hygiene school I planned on attending. This was my plan B option, not even plan A, this was my backup plan...dammit. Now what? That was my entire reason for taking these classes this semester, the entire reason why I was confident and stable in the idea of moving to an expensive city. Now I have to try and find full time work. I have experience only in restaurant stuff and in the lower end of the dental field, what kind of job am I going to find that will actually be worth my whole degree process? Neither job I'm experienced in requires any form of college degree, so I'll be overqualified working a dead end job. Don't get me wrong, I'm still excited about moving to Boston. It's TJ's best opportunity with his grad school plans, and I have a better chance of getting accepted somewhere out there if I reapply. At this point I'm wondering as well: is it even worth a 3rd year attempt? I'm sick of the classes, I would rather not put myself through another test retake, as it caused enough stress in my life where I wanted to rip my own hair out. I'm so freaking frustrated. I have a college degree and I can't even get into an undergraduate hygiene program. What's that say about me? I'm so embarrassed and upset, I'm having a hard time even focusing to study for the rest of my classes, especially since they don't count for shit anymore.
Well, we're moving in July. TJ is looking online for housing and then we're flying out in June to take a look at some places. I want to get this wedding planned before we're gone too, and it would be a lot easier if I didn't have useless classes in the way right now. I should have dropped out of school when dad died and picked up that semester afterwards. The grades from that year are causing the most of my downfall, and I can't dig myself out of it. Apparently God doesn't want me to join the dental field. I'll stop by the career center tomorrow and see what other options there are for a now career-lost person like me.

odd

After having an odd dream last night about grocery shopping with TJ, I woke up knowing today was gonna be weird.
I headed upstairs and had breakfast, which my mother was nice and made for me, when she decided to bring up the 4th of July.
"What are you doing for it?"
"Why?"
"Because Dick and I are talking about joining you by TJ's family for it this year."
I requested, as we had discussed a couple of months ago, that she travel across and visit TJ's family with me, without the boyfriend attached to her hip, before she make the trek with the sig other. She seemed offended at this request, and got all huffy on me. After my practical explanation of wanting to take a trip with my mother alone, much like she's been doing every other weekend with Dick, she angrily slapped the calendar down on the table and said "Fine, find a weekend that will work."
She apparently thinks that going there a month earlier than the 4th is too soon. I never accused this woman of ever making sense...
After finding a perfect weekend (memorial day) and presenting it to her, I got a reserved "oh" from her and left for school.
I got to campus early in order to copy some notes down from a prof for a test I have in his class tomorrow. Yes, it's very last minute, but I didn't realize I was missing them until yesterday. I'll make sure to start studying a little farther before the next test... He didn't show up until 15 minutes after the time I said I'd be there. Ok, cool, is there a copy machine on the floor that I can just make a copy? He said no, that I'd have to go to the next building to do that. Ok, so I run over to the student union-type place and get my 17 cents worth of copies, run back in and up the 3 floors to get back to his office and notice, lo and behold, a copy machine 2 doors down from his office. That was mildly frustrating, but I figure that in as my aerobic workout of the morning.
I then droned through my morning classes, the 2nd of which involved a 50-something year old non traditional student ramble on and on about cow shit and how it's bad for the environment, yada yada. I agree, I don't like factory farms either and am trying to wean myself way down on meat consumption, but this woman was repeating herself for an entire half hour, mainly on the adverse effects of cow shit.
On my walk through campus after class, I encountered anti-abortion activists with pictures of dead babies, and a man yelling about how nobody cares. I was tempted to yell back something to just joke with the guy, but didn't out of fear that he might get even scary.
Pleasant. Now it's lunchtime and I can't bring myself to eat the brown chicken fried rice I had waiting for me...
Hopefully my work shift doesn't suck today too...

c'mon schools, freaking tell me already!!!

Ok so not much has happened since I last posted, but I felt the need to babble-type anyway. We're leaning further into a decision regarding the 3 options mentioned in my previous post, and I'm getting excited about moving. I'm really getting tired of classes right now, waiting to hear from these schools I've applied to, like maybe hearing a good answer would give me the motivation to finish strong. I know I need to either way, but dammit, it's hard when you don't know what it's counting towards.
I have no roommate again today. She extended her weekend with the boyfriend, so now I'm just bummin around here bored as can be. Not that it would be any more exciting with her around, but it would be nice to have someone other than the dog to talk to. I could call people, but I really need to study for a hard test week coming up. When will this end? I actually paid attention to the words of a song this morning and this section of it really hit home for me right now:

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become