At the Gym…
…I locked my keys in the car. I have a separator for my keys. One half is my car key and alarm; the other half are house and mailbox keys. Well silly me grabbed the wrong half when I hopped out the car. I was hyped about my workout for the day. NOT! I don’t know where my head was. I went inside to call my insurance company to send someone out. While on hold I asked one of the guys if they knew how to unlock my car. He said, “Let me go get a wire hanger.” His little theivery (is that a word?) trick didn’t work so the other guy took me home to get my spare key. Luckily I only live three miles from the gym. Thank God for that little blessing cause He surely knows I didn’t have any extra money to pay for a locksmith.
I’m still temping. Nothing has come through permanently yet. <—– Being the operative word. If I'm unable to get a full time job w/benefits by November 30th, it'll be off to Souf Cakalaki for me. I really don't want to live at home again, plus I'm not from there so I'll have to adjust to that too. Not that that would be a problem for me. It's just that this will be the first year of my life that I've live completely by myself (cat not included) and I'm liking it. Plus, once you're on your own it's kinda hard to go back to living with the fam.