Pickle In Your Pocket

I’m turning in my two week notice tonight. I just can’t handle the job any more. It’s affecting my personal life and I’m not learning anything new. I’m hoping to hear back about the sheriff position soon. Even if I don’t get it, I can’t stay where I’m at any longer. At least this way I’ll be free to study and prepare for the academy.
I’m excited to start working out again. T and I are going to use top fat burners to get in our best shape yet. We’re also going to take those trips that we wanted to take since we first met.
The first trip will be to Tahoe before our friends move away. They’re moving back to the bay area and we’ve gotta visit them in Tahoe before it’s too late. I’m nervous about being without a job again, but it’s worth it. Even if I have to get a job at a fast food restaurant I’d be happier than I am at this job.

Ughhhhh. I’m so hung over. I woke up this morning and T had made us breakfast. I made it through one bite before I was running for the bathroom to pray to the porcelain gods.

Last night we were celebrating my friend A’s College Graduation. We had a blast! Unfortunately I’m also fighting a cold so I was feeling pretty sick. I’ve had a sore throat, headache, I’m super tired, and I have some sort of weird skin rash on my arms and legs. At first I looked at eczema treatment but now I think it’s a rash from being sick. The drinking wasn’t planned, and definitely didn’t help the sickness. Bleck.

I slept in all day and felt much better. Even though I felt terrible, it was worth it. We played flip cup and community cup and took way too many shots. It was good times and I was happy I got to be a part of it. Even if I am paying for it today!

It’s crazy how fast the time has flown by. We have less than 100 days until we’re finally married. I’m just ready to be done with it and have T be mine. I mean, I’m sure the wedding will be fun and all, but I’m looking forward to the lifetime. T is super organized and pretty much took care of everything. I wouldn’t be surprised if she already purchased whole life insurance for the two of us.
I still have to write my vows, which is probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I want them to be good, but not too sappy. I’m sure I’m going to cry. I know that sounds lame, but I don’t care. I’m just so happy to be sharing my life with T. I just wish we didn’t have to exchange our vows in front of everyone. I’m nervous as hell!

Going from dating to marriage and joining all of our finances together is kind of complicated. One thing we’re discovering though is that combining everything has some advantages. We’re saving money by getting a joint car insurance policy. We are trying to be better about sticking to a budget. It’s hard to do, but it’s definitely the smart thing to do. It’s good practice for the future when we’ve got a house payment and kids. We’ve still got some time until all of that!

It’s bad when everyone I know tells me how tired I look. I could invest in some prevera eye cream, or I could just finally quit this job. I think besides the graveyard hours, it’s the smoke that makes me look so tired all of the time. I really need to get out of there as soon as possible. It’s affecting my attitude and my personal life. I miss not being able to sleep next to T except two nights a week. She’s been so patient with me, I can’t even tell you how grateful I am. I just hope I can one day find a great career so I can return the favor.

It’s funny the different things men and women worry about as we get older. For women, they’re all terrified of wrinkles. For men, they’re on the lookout for a permanent cure for hair loss. My dad has a full head of hair, but unfortunately my mom’s dad did not. He had a receding hairline that I’m sure I’ll inherit. But I’m not worried about it, I think I can probably rock the bald look. My baby will love me either way.

Tonight T and I were talking about how little the Groom has to do at his wedding. I really just have to show up. Beyond that, there’s not a whole lot of stuff I need to think about. For the bride, she’s not only worried about everything being set up just the way she wants it on the day of, but she’s also gotta worry about pre-wedding acne treatments, manicures, pedicures, spa treatments, weight loss, hair and makeup, and all kinds of other little things. I suppose I could work out a little bit more, but I’m wearing a tux. I don’t have to worry about my arms getting all toned for pictures or making sure I can squeeze into a dress. The Bride’s got it tough.
Here’s what the groom does have to do:
Make a toast
Write his vows
Get fitted for his tux
Buy the bride a gift (pretty important considering her to do list is ten times this size!)
I’ve been a good groom and contributed my opinion and helped make decisions on the venue, the food, and also the color of tuxedos. But that’s more than most would do! T is pretty lucky I guess

All I’ve been thinking about lately is how much I hate my current job. Working the graveyard shift in a smoke filled environment is nobody’s dream job. It got me thinking about what qualities I’d want in my dream job.
I’d want the job to be something I enjoy doing, that gave me a good amount of free time to be with my family, and have good benefits, such as guaranteed life insurance and three weeks vacation per year. If I could work outside that’d be another plus, and if it was three or four days of work instead of the 9-5 Monday through Friday grind that’d be awesome. But I’d take the Mon-Fri gig any day over this miserable graveyard shift. Now if I had a job I really enjoyed, graveyard wouldn’t be so bad. Hopefully I’ll be finding out about a potential new job soon. Fingers crossed!

Every night I walk about 26 or so miles at work. That’s a marathon a night. No wonder everyone I know has been commenting on my recent weight loss. It’s better than working out on an elliptical at the gym. The only thing is I’m trying to gain muscle mass, not lose weight! It’s super frustrating. Hopefully I’ll be able to quit soon and I’ll have more time to focus on getting myself ripped for the wedding.

Tonight we’re going to happy hour with some good friends of ours. Normally I’d get Mondays off but my stupid work has changed my schedule yet again and I have to work tonight. I won’t be able to over indulge in drinks, but it will still be fun. They’re bringing their one year old, who happens to be one of the cutest kids I’ve ever met. You know how a lot of babies need baby eczema treatment? Well this guy has never had that problem. I’m telling you he’s going to be heartbreaker when he’s older. I hope when we have kids they’re half as cute as this little man!