So, Joel's unit is going to come inspect our house to make sure we don't live in squalor. Yeah, I know- everyone who has ever lived with me or knows me well is laughing hysterically right now. Our downstairs actually isn't too bad; we clean it every weekend, since we have people over, and I have a thing about having company over in a dirty house. But the upstairs has been a disaster for a while, 'cause I was sick for what felt like weeks. We're cleaning it today.
Soooo much laundry.
I need to separate out clothes for goodwill, because I have a ton of stuff I don't like to wear.
Other than that, things are okay. I got that job at the bank, and it's okay. The hours ARE nice, like I predicted, but my job description isn't exactly the norm, and the outside stuff I have to do really sucks. I am the worst salesperson in the world, and they want me to sell bank accounts. Ha!