Fact: blogging makes me feel better

I have had a rare two days off of work and finally feel recharged and ready to conquer ANYTHING. The fact that I have to return to work tomorrow, thus draining all of that reserve energy I was able to retain over the weekend, is a rather depressing fact.
Here's some more facts for you:

FACT: My sister finally had THE falling out with our mother, after all of these years. She had to get a restraining order against her, which is a long bloody dramatic story that I'll skip for the time being.

FACT: Billiam has finally pulled out of the oppressive depression that had him in it's grips for nearly a year now. He was becoming nearly impossible to live with. Walking into my house was like walking into the darkest most hidden away chamber of doom. I'm not exaggerating...okay, maybe just a little. That is not to say that he and I fought often. I was too busy tiptoeing around the moody beast to say anything that could seem even remotely judgemental. I wanted to avoid conflict at all cost. However, his gloom and doom attitude affected everyone in the house, from my dad to the dumbest dog of the bunch. He's feeling better now, though, for almost a week now. He's been playing music again (he's got some songs up on myspace, if you'd like the link shoot me an email), we even *gasp* made love once this month. I can only hope he remains as easy going for a bit longer.

FACT: During a routine vet check up on Thursday we discovered that True (the best damned dog that ever lived and I will fist fight anyone that says differently) has heartworms. What sucks about that is we had her tested less than a year ago and have been using preventative medicine. Apparently, that doesn't always safeguard them. So, we will be spending an ungodly amount of money next week to get her cured. We aren't sure if the other three pups have it. Three and Four have appointments coming up so they can be check and treated if necessary. Dingo, however, has a very strong aversion to strangers, especially strangers with needles that want to lock her up in a tiny pen. The vet's office is definately out of the question for her. We are going to have to just pony up the dough to have her treated even though she might not have it because we can't take my hundred plus pound growling drooling dog in to terrorize the vet. Oy vay.

FACT: Within the next three months I will finish up my training for a manager position with mega-super-entertainment store and I will have to go in front of a review board. The review board consists of an entire day (nearly 8 hours) sitting in front of other store managers, district managers, and corporate a-holes while they grill me, judge me, and generally pick apart my person. Here's my problem with that....wait, EVERYTHING about that is a problem for me. Hello? Remember, this is introverted to the point of nearly debilitating not even a year ago Betty we're talking about here. This job has helped boost my confidence and helped me take charge of my own life...but has it fully prepared me for the rigor morale of a review board akin to the type parolees go before? I don't know.

FACT: IF I do pass the review board, I then must be placed in a store. For some time I was hoping that the powers that be would recognise the huge impact I've made on our little store and just give it to me. Our sales have been up nearly 30% since I became assistant manager last summer. You can actually SEE the incline on a chart when you review the financial reports. This has garnered not one but TWO emails from the president of the company to congratulate us as well as a personal phone call. Yowza. Unfortunately when I say "us" I mean myself and boss lady who does jack shit around the store. The prez congratulated me on our sales and said that I must have really gotten boss lady on board. So, they are obviously not recognizing the impact I have made.

FACT: If I get past all of that it leads to one very obvious outcome: I will be transferred. If they are not going to give me the store that I am at, the closest one is an hour away and very safely managed by a BFF of the whole damned company. They are talking about transferring me anywhere from TN to WA. This is terrifying for me....and yet a part of me thinks it might be for the best. Billiam has already expressed concerns with a move; he more than likely will not go with me. My dad is in the same boat. It would just be Ani and I for the first time ever. I think I could learn to like that. I think we could do well. Or else I'd be an utter and total dismal failure and come home with my head hung in shame. *sigh* There's always that "or else" or "but" in there, isn't there?

Fact: I have spent all morning (my day off) in my pajamas, making shitty art, listening to Townes Van Zandt, and most generally enjoying myself. I hid away in the bedroom for a brief tete with this here computer and my lovely blog. More to come! Soon!