It's a paycheck.

Work is fine. I've been temping for two weeks and every single day is completely different. I work in a warehouse which is a totally new environment for me. Well, I guess not. I've been on the other side of the loading dock doors during my trucking experiment. But, still, it's definitely not anywhere I'd ever imagine myself. The job itself is incredibly physical. Most mornings, I get home and pass right out. After a shower, though, because I sweat all night long. I've lost five pounds so far just by working five days a week. It isn't horrible, though. There are moments when I wish I could be doing anything else, but then they're over and I feel like I've actually accomplished something - whether I actually have or not. It's interesting, I guess. I'd never actively pursue a job doing any type of physical labor unless it was an act of desperation - like this absolutely was - but I will definitely appreciate my next job that much more having done this for awhile.

My favorite part of the job is getting a weekly paycheck. That's incredibly nice for someone trying to dig themselves out of a deep financial pit. Which I'm doing, slowly. I think. Anyway, I've only received one paycheck so far, but it's a start. My least favorite part of the job is being temporary. Either my temp agency or the company I'm working at can decide at any time to terminate my assignment and I'll get reassigned somewhere else or have to wait for something to become available. Also, I don't like that part of what would be my starting wage if I got hired in is going to the temp agency for alleged services rendered. I get it. It's business. But... I want my money. I worked for it. You basically just checked your secret little employment files and matched me with the first shit job listed. I don't think that grants you $2/hr. of what should be my wage. Yeah, I'm greedy, but it's still mine. Or it should be, anyway.

No idea what I'm doing about the Jeep at this point. The estimate is $6k. So... That's not happening. I'll probably have to look into getting another vehicle at some point very soon. In the meantime, I enjoy carpooling with Freckles and even staying with him throughout the week. The craziest part of my life is I actually think this is normal behavior and a rational lifestyle. That's insane. Which makes me sane because I wouldn't realize that if I were actually crazy, but... I'm still demented for thinking it in the first place and believing it, despite knowing how crazy it is. I don't know. You figure that out. I don't want to anymore. It's exhausting.

My life is strange and hectic right now. It keeps me too busy to really think about things or deconstruct them and analyze. It's nice. I simply focus on the day and task at hand. I finish that and move on to the next. It's a simple process of just going through the motions until I get somewhere a little better or at least get back on my feet. It seems to be working, so I'll have to keep at it.