Saturday, January 29, 2011

Tom had an encouraging conversation with someone who’s worked where he works for a long time. Apparently, they don’t give you any warning if they’re going to hire you on. They just do it. And they usually do it within 5-10 months, and if they don’t like you they’ll get rid of you before you’ve been there for 5 months. Well, he just passed the 5-month marker, so that’s hopeful!

I just wish I knew when they were going to hire him on and how long it’ll take for the insurance to kick in after that. If I knew they weren’t going to hire him on until July and the insurance wouldn’t kick in until next January, then I’d still want to get the ball rolling as far as dealing with my teeth ourselves goes as soon as things stop coming up to delay it and make me wonder if something’s trying to tell me something or not. But if we could be insured in just a few months, I’d be tempted to hold out.

His getting hired is step 1 to Operation Get Home. They don’t usually like to sell houses to those who haven’t been at a job as a permanent employee for at least a year.

I can’t wait until the day comes when it’s time to get serious and actually begin making decisions as to where we want to buy a place! Depending on what we have for money we’ll begin by taking the 5 states on our list and deciding why we should or shouldn’t live there. That’s going to be a pretty emotional time for me. I just hope that time comes!

Until yesterday I’d never seen a picture of Kim since becoming online friends with her. Yet she finally posted some pictures of herself on her latest Facebook account (yeah, she and Alison love to have multiple accounts), and I was like – OMG! That’s Kim? I could’ve sworn she once listed herself as “athletic” and in this group photo she has in her main account, the only one that fit that description was a tall, thin, wiry blond. That’s what I thought she looked like. So when I saw this absolutely HUMUNGOUS dark-haired girl I was both shocked and grossed out. Looks don’t matter if you’re just a friend of mine, but the poor girl really is hideously ugly. Her face and neck are HUGE. Bigger than Tammy’s kids. She makes me feel anorexic. Either way, she’s still a nice girl. A bit flaky and annoying at times, but nice enough. We chatted on Facebook yesterday.

I’m also using my dummy account on Facebook to “befriend” Molly. After so many months of her viewing my journal countless times a day, I can’t deny that my curiosity has risen. All I know about the nut is what she’s written and what others have told me about her. But who is Molly M.? Just who is she? Okay, so I know she’s not all there. But I am curious to know more about just what makes her tick and what her life is like, so faulty wiring or not, “Kate” will be her friend for a while, then she’ll coldly drop her like a hot potato.

I started posting old journal entries from the East in another MD account I had that I originally intended to use to back up letters years ago. I let people know who I was, though, and explained that they were getting a “blast from the past” and where they could find my current journal. I’m just curious to see how much traffic trickles over to MyOpera from it. It seemed to be quite a bit when I started backing up language notes in my main account.

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