Sigh of Relief

After an attitudy phone call from the personnel lady last week claiming, "If you don't turn in your paperwork, you WON'T get paid next week," I promptly made the trip over to her office to turn in my shit. Just about the only way to get me to complete paperwork in a timely fashion is to threaten my bank account. P.S. I haven't told this to anyone ever, but the only true critique (an "X" in the "Unsatisfactory" box) on my final evaluation from The Suck-Ass District in Which I Used to Work had to do with that very issue. Weird, no one ever said anything to me about it, so I thought they didn't notice... Achem. Anyway. So I turned my stuff in at New and Awesome District, where I was gently scolded and told that I'll have to wait 60 days to get benefits because I missed the deadline, but that I would, in fact, get paid on time.

And thank goodness I did, because sheesh, unemployment is nice dough to get when you don't have a job, but it doesn't match what you get paid on a regular salary (at least, mine didn't) and because of the stupid water-losing, leaf- and dead-mouse-collecting, expensive chemical consuming pool some reason, we spend a lot more money in the summer.

I also opened a high-yield savings account so that come next summer I will have enough saved that I don't have to feel guilty for not working. THEN, if I decide to take some home therapy hours or do summer school, we'll have enough cash to hire a painter or go on vacation invest in a very impressive portfolio. Or something.

*****

Week 1 of the job is over, and I still love it. I am getting more comfortable with the whole program, learning how to get the most out of each of my aides (who are great anyway), and did I mention how freaking cute my kids are? So fun!