Finally!

After months of not searching at all, I've been offerred a new job. It was at the same place I interviewed at a couple of months ago. The pay is a little less than I was hoping for, but it's still more than what I'm making now. But the part I always dread is coming... giving my two weeks notice. Then comes the inevitable questions from the co-workers about why your leaving. What am I supposed to say, "I'd make $6,000 less if I stayed here and the only way I'd get a promotion is if one of you died."?

But of course with the good comes the bad. My mother is coming into town next weekend to paint the place. Good times! It's been a while since I've been told what exactly is wrong with my life and how I suck at keeping my place clean. I guess I'm due for a reminder.