Everything has been running smoothly with my move to Atlanta and New Job, well, at least up until yesterday. I found out that the guy that hired me got fired, and no one seems to really know what to do with me. I completely flipped out when I got home, and poor BabyDaddy got to feel the brunt of my freakout. As of this moment, I don’t see this New Job lasting beyond July 1st, when their fiscal year changes over… but, I’m up in Atlanta, which is better than being out of work as a designer in St. Marys. We’ll see what happens.
You don’t know how badly I wanted to stop on the way home from the train and grab a pack of cigarettes… but I didn’t…. be proud of me, dammit!
