My life...

...is in order.

For now I guess. We'll talk again in a few months.

When I was first offered the job, I called the office manager to accept the proposal. I told her that I would need a week to get my life in order before I could come in to work. She was all for that. Here we are at the end of the week I took off, and I've got my life in order.

I will start work on Monday at the law firm I did my co-op at, and in two months I'll graduate from an established institute of higher learning.

I have nicely whittled down my tax return money to a grand $80, which will graciously get me through the next two weeks till my first payday. I'm not that concerned about the low amount of money because I have self-control, which is one of my best assets. 

I also have a wonderful wardrobe for such a fancy pants job. The new wardrobe is in league with the empty bank account.  I am of the belief that one who starts a new job on Monday should look fly. 

We are still working on Emma. I'm not sure what else to say about it, she hasn't really improved her attitude yet. I fear the end is near and the resolution won't be quite clear.

Let's not be gloomy because of the rain today, I have a feeling it's going to be a good one.

Smile! this is t-bear signing off