For real, this time.
It's been quite some time, and I'll 'splain why it's taken so long to return to where I started... so, grab a chair, because we're going to be here for a bit.
For starters, I had a lot to take care of personally, professionally, and - quite literally - emotionally. I mean, it's been a helluva year for SPTAM, I tell ya! New relationship, finalized divorce, car accident, loss of job, death of friend, death of dad, new job, new house, new job getting raided by federal agents, getting a new dog, end of relationship... yeah, it's been pretty intense.
Now, it's back to basics time, kids.
I'm living off of savings (thank God I always put that 10% away!) while searching for a new job... this time, I'm being picky; permanent only, with benefits, and local. No 45 minute commutes, sorry, no can do. I refuse to work with Martians, so I've settled on a field to where I actually fit in - recruiting. Gaining experience through contract work has never been so rewarding!
As everyone probably knows, my divorce was FINALLY finalized (okay, that sounded weird) this past Spring - so my former spouse was able to legitimatize his "marriage" to his "baby momma". I'm totally okay with it, actually... following the divorce, the relationship that I was in (a boyfriend who got too serious, too fast) started hitting the skids, and finally ended officially the night before last. How am I doing? Believe it or not, I'm great! I'm single and unemployed, but I'm fan-fucking-tastic!
What led to the demise of that last one? Oh, it's great - he became convinced that I was a hooker. Why? Because no one can support themselves without a job. (See two paragraphs ago.)
To quote an old friend, yeah, it was time to take him off speed dial.
Because of the whole raiding of last job, I felt it was best to let the boys stay with their dad... I don't like surprises, and I'm not as adventurous as I once was. It's better for 'em to stay where they're at until the next school year. I hate doing it, but sometimes it's for the best.
Okay, well, I'm done. For now.
Here's a photo that I took last night... and yes, it's a punching bag, and not the dildo from hell.
