One More Day. Just One More Day.

I feel like I’m going to explode. Obviously, I have eaten too much. I went to Qdoba, or as I like to call it, my reading place, and while I didn’t get anything out of the ordinary, the girl made my burrito HUGE! Of course, I ate the whole thing. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Now I’m paying the price.

Okay, I’m a little stressed. I didn’t realize it until earlier today. But there’s a lot of change going on around here and maybe manning it up isn’t quite the way to deal with it. Job changes, relationship changes, money problems, where to live… yeesh. What brought it to a head was the copy of my background check that arrived yesterday. One little sentence highlighted. My drivers licnse was suspended for a month or two in 2001 for an unpaid ticket, expired plate I think. If that keeps me from getting this job…. I don’t even want to think about it. Tasha says that if that were the case I’d have heard by now. I hope she’s right. But I’m going to call tomorrow just to be sure, I don’t want to get an apartment and move just to find out that I was wrong.

It doesn’t help that yesterday I had a touch of the 24-hour flu. I think I slept it off, but I still don’t feel 100% quite yet.

Today, I packed up one car load of tools from the work van; All the stuff that I know I won’t need tomorrow. I dropped my ladders off at my brother’s house. And I cleaned up the inside of the van so that I can just grab my stuff and go at the end of the day. I’m not going to be able to get the job I’m working on done, but really, that’s not my problem now is it. I did as much as I could and I feel good about what I’ve done. Somebody else will have to finish it up.

I also wanted to report that Nichols has given my buddy, Dave, a job. Congrats Dave. I think it’ll be a good opportunity for him to get his feet wet. I hope it works out for all parties.

Tomorrow or Saturday I’m headed to Grand Rapids to find a place to live. Wish me luck. I’m outta here. Later.