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| I got the job at Barnes and Noble yesterday! I am well pleased. I gave my two weeks at the ol' Barrel on Wednesday, so my time there is finally officially coming to an end. I can't believe it. 4.5 years of my life spent there...I'm glad to be going. I go in on Monday after working at CB to do the initial paperwork, then Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday I'll be going in from 6AM-10AM to start my actual training (those are the days I'm not working at CB). I'm glad to be moving forward. Well, I consider this a move forward, anyway. It's away from Cracker Barrel.
I have my consultation this coming Tuesday. I hope we get the ball rolling with diagnosis and treatment asap.
6 more months of South Carolina, then on to....well, we're not sure yet. Washington state? Virginia? Connecticut? Even better would be hearing some good results about STA-21. The results were supposed to be out in October....so if they're not out today, who knows when they will be released. It's been a frustrating wait. Now that I've had some good news, shouldn't Micah? Ohhh, to be in one place for 3 years while Micah goes to school (and while I finally finish my degree)...that would be heavenly.
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| I have a second interview at Barnes and Noble tomorrow! I hope it goes well. With the exception of the first interview I had, I haven't had an interview in 4.5 years. That's how long I've been with Cracker Barrel. I pray that this is an opportunity for me to leave the ol' Barrel. It wasn't necessarily a bad job, but it's really messing up my shoulder, and so far they haven't shown any signs of actually cross-training me to do prep in the back of house, so...I'm looking. The only really big issue right now with work (anywhere, I'm sure) is that I really, really want to have off on Thanksgiving. Micah and I aren't going to be able to go home for the holidays this year (Thanksgiving or Christmas), so my family is coming down here for Thanksgiving. I don't want to be at work while they're here. That would blow. The GM at CB is really giving me a hard time for asking off, and won't give me a straight answer. The first thing he said for me to do was work a morning shift. Well, working a morning shift at CB means I wouldn't get out of there til 2, 3, or even later, ESPECIALLY if I'd be serving. So that's not really what I want, either. I'm sure that to even be considered for a position at B&N, I'd probably have to be willing to work on Thanksgiving, but the position they're hiring for is mostly an early morning thing, and I'd be more willing to work at B&N in the morning where I'd probably get out earlier than at CB. Not to mention Black Friday. Well whatever, we'll see.
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| Micah had to fill out his Dream Sheet last week, which is just a form they use to request what kind of ship/boat they want and which ports. I'm looking forward to hearing where we end up, because the other couple we're closest to put the same place/type of ship in their number 1 slot. It would be totally rad if the four of us ended up at the same place, especially because the wife is pregnant with their first child. She's due in November, and I'm really looking forward to meeting her little one!  Maybe if I'm around her enough, some of her fertility will rub off on me.  Really, though, she got pregnant as soon as she went off her bc. I was a little jealous...haha. Micah keeps saying that our time will come, and I sure hope he's right.
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| I am so frustrated with myself.
About 3 weeks ago I had my once a year woman's health appointment (with intent to ask questions about my cycles and fertility). I went to a place off base because I wanted to go somewhere where the doctors and nurse practitioners were specifically trained for these things. So while I was there I raised my concerns about my irregular cycles and apparent infertility. The lady who saw me said that by my symptoms and physical appearance she thought that I had something called polycystic ovarian syndrome, which basically means that my body is producing an imbalanced amount of hormones, namely too much testosterone (yes, ALL women have testosterone in their bodies, thank you. I'm not deformed.). She would have done testing that day for it, but Tricare requires a very specific recommendation to do the testing or it won't be covered by my insurance. She said that I'd have to call my doctor and request a recommendation for (specifically) my irregular cycles and infertility. If I were to ask for one but not the other, it still wouldn't be covered by my insurance. So I went home slightly dissappointed, mainly because I am just about the most impatient person you'll ever meet. It was too late to call branch medical when I got home, so I had to wait til after work the next day. The first appointment they had available was for October 16 at 0815. Dissappointed again (remember the impatience), I went ahead and took it. I was frustrated that I'd have to wait that long, because I knew that this appointment was just going to be a consultation, meaning that when I finally had the recommendation, I'd have to make another appointment, meaning another 3-4 week wait before anything actually moved forward. So. Today comes, my alarm goes off at 0700, and then I fall back asleep. Wake up at 0811. Call branch medical to see if I should still come in (it'll take about 15 minutes to get there), knowing that I'll probably be told to reschedule. Sure enough, it's too late, I have to make another appointment. Next available appointment? November 3rd. I'm so mad at myself. Why on Earth did I not roll out of bed when my alarm sounded?
When I was younger, basically still a child, I used to swear up and down that I didn't want kids. It wasn't true. It's not true.
I get so mad when I see/hear of bad parents. Why were you blessed with a child you're too selfish and stupid to notice, to teach, to love?
Maybe I'm worse than they are somehow. Maybe some poor child is being saved from me right now.
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| I've never excelled at anything. I regret this.
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