I got a place!

Yaaaaayyy!!! I got a smashing place yesterday, put down the holding deposit and EVERYTHING! The for rent sign is officially out of the window now, baby! This is by far the best place I've had since moving out. So, in a month and four days I will officially be out of here! COOL! God, I can't wait to get out of this wretched Nazi complex. EEEEEEVIL. But only a little longer. WOOHOOO! My new place even has a big back yard for Winston, totally fenced, a washer dryer hook up (OMG), and a gas stove. So help me, a gas stove. *angels singing*

This place is PERFECT! PERRRRFECCTTTT!!!!

And then I went to school, got my tuition waived, this is the first time I've been eligible to apply as an independent, and registered for classes. Yayy! Classes! I'm so happy to be back in school.

So all is well except with work. I'm always worried about what the boss is going to do. She freaks me out. She always treats me like I'm the worst employee in the free world, but I'm really not. Maybe one of them, but not the very worst! I'm kidding...relax. Anywho, she already dislikes me enough, right? But then she called the other night, late, almost 11pm, and I answered "Satellite..." but I didn't say my name. Let me start of by saying that at that time of night the only calls we get are friends and family. So when the voice on the other end of the line said "and who is this?" I replied with "well that depends, who is this?" in my best smart ass form. Well, egads. As I'm sure you've all guessed by now, it was, in fact, my boss. Wow. She really didn't see the humor in the whole thing, although I can't imagine why. At any rate, she berated me for like five minutes, you could tell she was totally disgusted. See, I'm afraid she would fire someone over shit like this. Me at least, and maybe a few others. So then, I get a message on my answering machine from Craig telling me that he wanted to tell me about the day and something I should know. Something I should know?! Egads! What the hell is that? Am I going to be axed? God help me if I am. Ugh. So despite the thrill and elation of the new house and school, I'm scared to death. I'm going to go in early under the guise of talking to her about my school schedule and feel it out. YIKES!