The light at the end of the tunnel

I've always been a pretty optimistic person. Not quite full-on Pollyanna, but I usually feel like things will turn out for the best. That attitude has been a little tough to maintain lately, with everything that's been going on. It's felt less like things are getting better, and more like the light at the end of the tunnel is a train heading my way. 

Hopefully (knock on wood) that is about to change.

I'm less than a month away from graduating, and, provided I find the time to study, I'm mere months away from working again. Not only working, but working a job that will actually allow me to pay my bills. A job that is not dead-end. I'm hopeful.

I'm also hopeful because Martin finally got a call back about a job. He goes in a week and a half for orientation. Provided that goes well he can start training. The job is driving semi over the road, out for 10 days, home for 2.

It's not the job either of us would have picked for him right now, but it's a job. Income would be really nice right about now. We're uncomfortably close to having the car repossessed, and we're still going to be short on May's rent. We've been trying to get stuff together to hold a garage sale to hopefully make some rent money, but we lost steam on that project. Hopefully next week we can start back up on that.

I start my preceptorship tomorrow. That's where we work one-on-one with a nurse for 80 hours-worth of shifts, the idea being that we would be working (mostly) independently with multiple patients by the end of the 80 hours. I'm working labor and delivery, and very much looking forward to it. 

So right now, things seem to be looking up. And not the sound of a train to be heard...

I need to get some pictures uploaded, and hopefully I can decrease the doom and gloom factor of this blog, while increasing the cuteness factor exponentially.