Success!

Yes! After seven months and six days (but who's counting?) paying my dues as everyone's office bitch in Admin, I am now officially moving on up in the world. I got a wicked temporary job offer on Monday, pending my current supervisor's approval, of course. However, my boss got super pissed and has been avoiding this other person (who's quite a bit higher up in the hierarchy, but at a different location) all week, because the later she speaks to them, the later she can make my start date. Even so, they managed to finally track her down today, four days later, and I'm officially starting my dream job in 2 1/2 weeks.

I'm so ecstatic, and fucking scared out of my mind. I mean, I did a course for this job, as a prerequisite to even applying for anything in this line of work, but the course was theoretical, and the job itself has a massive practical component. Anyway, I sound all shifty because I don't want to reveal where I work/what I do on the Internet ... whatevs, if I know you in real life, and you don't know my damn job already, I'll fucking tell ya, okay?

So yeah, I can't wait. It's also a huge pay raise. Like, so huge that I'll be making nearly twice what I make now. Well, actually I guess it's more like 1 1/2 times what I'm making now. But I would have done it even if it meant taking a pay cut, so that's just an unexpected, but very welcome, bonus.

What does this mean, my friend(s)? Heh. It means I'M GOING SHOPPING!!! Months of frugality, and penny pinching, and even avoiding Tim MotherFucking Horton's, due to lack of $$, is now done. I need some spiffy clothes for my spiffy new job. Oh, and you know what? I ain't buying $40 jeans, my friend. If I see some awesome jeans that cost $150, I will totally buy them.

Wow, I'm feeling pretty damn happy at the moment. Let's see ... got engaged, moved to a new home, bought a nice car, got my dream job. It's been a pretty fucking fantastic winter, if I do say so myself. You are now free to hate and resent me. And ..... begin.

Money, Money, Money

So it's been a big time of transition for me. In the last two months, the following has occurred: I got engaged, I moved into a new condo that my hubby-to-be and I bought together, and last week I bought a car. Well, technically my parents paid for it, but I'll be paying them back, very slowly, each month. And since I already owed them many tens of thousands for my student loan, what's a little more right? Heh. I am so far in debt right now, I can't adequately describe it. Basically, the majority of my paycheque goes directly to the fiance (for the mortgage, strata fees, bills and groceries) and to my parents (to help pay off my student loan and car). Oh lordy. I worked it out the other day, and I am left with approximately $300 a month. That's including cigarettes, gas, and any shopping/entertainment/eating out. So pretty much: nothing. I can't afford shit. It's depressing, it really is.

I mean, this is supposed to be one of those awesome times in my life: I'm getting married in a few months, I'm a homeowner for the first time, and I actually have a car from this decade (as opposed to my 95 civic that is, by the way, for sale if anyone's looking). Unfortunately, I can't afford my lifestyle. The main problem is that I'm not making the kind of money I should be making. Seriously, I have a degree, I'm fucking TRILINGUAL, and I'm a super hard worker. What gives? It's just frustrating to be in a job where I know I could be doing so much more, and where I know I deserve to make more money. So if anyone out there knows of a good job, hook me up.

I feel like my life is bipolar sometimes; so many wonderful things happening in my personal life, but professionally I just feel frozen. I just don't know what to do.