nicole

So, I started my new "real" job on Monday. And, I love it. I'm the Assistant to the Head of Contract Sales. It's strange... it's like I grew up overnight or something. I have my own office, with picture of my baby on the walls of course, along with the normal computer, shelves, all kinds of stuff. I got these really awesome clips to hang stuff on my walls, and I keep laughing at myself cuz I've never been so excited about a clip or a highlighter or whatever else in my life.
I have MY office, with MY desk, and MY mailbox, and MY stuff... and even better, within the next few weeks I'm going to be buying MY first new car. I'm so excited.
I have a job that I love, a man that I love even more, and a second job that gives me the money I want to spend at the bar and on food and smokes and gas for the week. All the money I make at the new job is going towards my life.
I'm paying off my bills. I'm buying a new car. Skunk and I are getting a place shortly after Christmas. I'm so insanly happy I don't know what to do with myself. I wake up smiling at 530 am every day, and look forward to my grueling drive down the I to work.... and I can't wait for the rest of things to fall into place... the car... the home... the wedding....
Life is good... and nothing and no one can take away all that I've accomplished for myself. I'm very proud of me, and for once, I know other people are too.