Another week another dollar. And far more than a dollar's worth of aggravation from Edif (see previous post). GOD. I was called in the office yesterday so my boss could tell me I'm being a bitch. Well, no shit. If folks can get away with controllable stupidity, why can't I get away with uncontrollable bitchiness? It's a mystery to me too, sister.

Hubby's been working on the boss's new house, kitchen flooring. That's been a blessing in every sense of the word. The money sucks, I mean it's only part-time every-so-often work, but the benefits way outweigh the "OH MY GOD, I'M SORE. Please do everything for me so I can sit and whine" b.s. I have to put up with when he gets home. He's out of the house, he's busy, and not looking for something to fight about. I'll take that over money every time.

Awaiting the approval/decline from TSA for hubby to get a hazardous materials endorsement, I've been searching everything from head to toe of the internet about jobs and housing in Hot Springs. I've come up with very little. I need to find a rent house in a good school district, preferably away from the hustle and bustle of town and if possible, at a good price and one which will not turn my dog away. Must (when moving) live by the 11th commandment: Thou shalt not leave thy dog behind. These requirements have narrowed my search by large margins. I may be reduced to door-to-door begging before it's overwith.

The best part of the week is that I have a fabulous bathroom. Finally. Although I was aghast at the shower curtain the landlord bought (dolphins and the like, though it was nice of him to provide even the shower curtain in an unfurnished house) I am in love with that tiled floor, and the tiled shower, and the new walls (all flowery and shit) and best of all, my newest edition, a GORGEOUS and HUGE pedestal sink which was added today. Seriously, that thing is intimidating. Before, there was a regular sink there and because it didn't have any kind of storage cabinet under it, it was held up with - get this - two table-leg-looking posts. Seriously. I know. Hey - I live Arkansas. That should explain it, and I shall say no more about it.