"Be back later, I'm going to work"
I moved back to my home town the last weekend on March and I was told I had a job waiting for me. That job was not waiting. The boss was eager to hire me but there were no openings, a fact that my contact on the inside failed to inform me of. This is my fault for dropping everything and winging it. I have an bad habit of moving forward without a game plan. I feel like life odds easier to love when you live it by the moment. After roughly a month and a half of looking around the county, and half a dozen other interviews, that job finally contacted me and today I am going to work. I'm excited to be working again, I grew tired of being broke, homeless, and sponging off the kindness of family.