And no, there will not be a picture of my haircut

The reason being that I have the worst hairdressing skills in the world and can mush up even the best cut. Just take my word for it.

So I've been at my new job for a week now. It's all training so far, which is great because I get certifications for all the training. The oil patch definitely has some good points. My resume has been extremely lacking in that area. Unfortunately, that means I have to update it. Ah, the sacrifices I make in order to pay bills and eat food. The sad part of the job is that they're paying quite a bit less than they promised me, HR didn't care about my qualifications. But hey, they're paying me! This is the first job since I moved that's had the possibility of advancement, so that in itself is a plus. And also, company-paid work boots! Which reminds me, I have to go shopping today.

Thereabouts

A week ago, I returned from a jaunt back home. Jay and I went to a wedding (a friend of his from high school), then while he came back to work I went visiting friends in Regina and stopped in at the farm. I was originally planning to stay longer but I got a call for an interview so came back a bit early. I'm really glad I got to see as many people as I did, usually I'm too busy avoiding calling people to actually see many of them. Hooray for forcing myself to do things!

And on the way back, my sister-in-law gave me the best haircut EVER. It's the right length, and exactly what I asked for. I don't think, other than simple trims of the mullety part in the back, that I have ever gotten exactly what I asked for in a haircut. Plus I seriously love not having to deal with random hair people.

For the past week, even though I swore I was going to Get Things Done, I have been doing a lot of couch napping and TV watching. It's quite lovely, except that I've been sick with the plague again. Even allergy pills cannot keep away the plague when I'm in contact with other people's animals.

Speaking of which (however, NOT the cause of the plague, Mom), we got a kitty.

He's very sweet. His name is Roly. He is even more friendly than Fishy. We got him on my assumption that we will have removed the carpet from the kitchen, living room and upstairs hallway before he starts shedding in earnest. I hope you are all crossing your fingers that I get a job so we can afford to replace the flooring. Thanks.