I Make Things Up

I has job. In a store that calls itself Bixby for some reason even though the location is on like memorial street but whatever. It's probably the name of the strip mall or something.

The manager there seems kick ass, we talked for awhile when she called. My manager told her that I'm legendary which means in pretty specific terms that when I get my review tomorrow the odds of me getting a sweet-ass raise are pretty damn good. I'm going to miss my store so much. Ours is like a tight knit family and I know most stores aren't like that and I think I'll miss them a lot when I'm somewhere else.

So, I have a place and a job and for once everything is in cement and I am moving next week, oh emm gee.  It's very exciting.

Everyone asks if I'm excited and honestly there's been so much stress and chaos over this whole thing that honestly it just feels like I'm holding my breath and once I'm there with my boxes and when go to sleep for the first night together I'll maybe be able to breath again.

I am freaking out because I love up here so much. I have the best job, the best store in the world, and friends, and family, and city, so I'm running off to Tulsa. It's a little depressing but my fingers are crossed that I can go home for good one day. I love him though and I'll be happy no matter what but I'll miss my home.