Jobs and tickets

Well, things for me are going okay. I got contacted for a job as a veterinary practice manager that might require me to move away from everyone, but I can't just stay and not take advantage of a good opportunity, right? I would feel guilty about leaving for so many different reasons, and it scares me a little, the possiblity that I'd be going somewhere new and would be disoriented and starting a new job and not to mention Joey would have to quit his job and we'd have to find daycare for Brooklynn and I would miss all of our friends and we'd be farther from family. This has a lot of potential and a lot of potential problems. But who's to say, ya know? I may not even get the job. What if they don't like me? What if I didn't do so hot on the management test they asked me to take? What if what if what if......

Ok, I'll stop. But seriously. Another thing that bothers me is I really love the place where I am working, which doesn't happen often and not for many people. I really work with some fantastic people. Ok, Now I promise I'll stop.

I got a freaking speeding ticket on top of everything else today. 60 in a 40, yeah, yeah. Rave on, oh portly fat cop in your navy blue uniform. He actually asked, 'Did you know you were going 60?' and I said 'No, I wasn't aware' but in my head I was thinking 'I'm really glad you caught me around a curve because a second ago I was going 65.' He reduced it for me so no points, but part of me still wishes I had turned down a side road and tried to disappear when I saw him turn around. But thats life, I guess. I can just see me getting arrested for fleeing from the cops. Christina? Running from the cops? But she was such a nice girl! Newsflash: there's no such thing. There's just caught and not caught and thats it folks.

I wonder if that vet will contact me back this week? Interview me or anything. Ok, stop, stop STOP! Jeez, ok I'm outta here. I need a ciggie and maybe some headache medicine cuz I feel one coming on.