2nd Day of Work and contemplating the hair dye...

And amazingly enough I still don't hate it. Not that it's not tiring. And I know for a fact that I don't want to be doing this for the rest of my natural span of years. I want to do something that engages my intellect just a tiny bit more. That being said, I think this is improving my memory at least... now I just need to wait for my body to catch up with what my brain is processing- pickles do not equal onions, though both are very tasty and go well together.

Good news! I got more hours this week- a whole four hours more, yay! So that means I start at 10 tomorrow morning! So I should probably make this a short-ish post. We'll see how it goes.

I won't bore my readership (see, some boring people would call you 'small group of friends who are for whatever strange reason choosing to read this rambly blog-thing', but I have bestowed upon you the title of readership) with the details of my work. You've all presumably been to a Subway. You see your sandwich made, 'nuff said.

Skipping that, I will go straight to the interesting stuff.

This morning, I finally talked to Fr. P about my whole situation. He gave me some very good, very sound advice. He didn't condemn me and my aspirations outright, for which I was very grateful. He didn't even say I shouldn't carry on with my plans as they stand. The four big points I got from him were these:

1. Stay safe.

2. Get some more cash, if you can via charitable organisations/individuals etc. While you might not starve, you do want to travel a little.

3. God sometimes says "I forbid" and "I command". More frequently it's "I invite" and "It's not the best if you". So worry less about that.

4. Draw closer to God. It's His approval that you need, not your parents'.

It was really good to talk to him today. I felt like such a basket-case, but he listened to me like I was a sensible/sane adult with legitimate concerns and plans...

To more mundane matters now- thunderbolts and lightening! The FR area had plenty of both today, so I was very glad that a co-worker offered to drive me home. I got home, sat around for a bit reading a book, went to Martin's with WoodSmith and Guadalupe and did some shopping. I got a melon for 2.56 but I had to break a twenty so I was miffed. I also posted the all-important check for the loan company. I put too much postage on it, but it was either that or wait another day in the off chance that I would eventually get to the post office and buy myself stamps of the appropriate odd/fiddley denomination and actually mail the ^&*#$^ thing. I also drank the celebratory iced-tea that I was going to drink after my first day of work. But whatever, it's within the octave, right?

And speaking of things to mark the first day of work... you all may or may not recall my promise/threat to dye my hair. I'm still working on bringing that about. They have this annoying little pre-test thing you're supposed to do in case of allergies. I have to do that today and the earliest I can dye my hair is Thursday, I think. Rest assured though, when I eventually do, I will post pictures for your amusement/dismay.

What else? Today really wasn't very interesting. I stared at my disaster area of a room and resolved to do something about it- tomorrow. Having secured a job, the big prayer intention right now is a place to live.

I read some more Fulton Sheen tonight. I really need to get my own copy of that book, there are just too many parts I want to underline! Of course, sometimes he's a little repetitive but overall, he's great!