I was babbling to a girl I work with last night about how much I hate my job. I said something about finding a new one and someone I wait on regularly walked up. I turned to her and said, "I'll just get a job from my friend here!"

Her response was "Do you want a full time job? Really?"

I said "Hell yeah!"

She told me where she works and told me what to do. I walked in, filled out an application, got interviewed, and then got handed a medical form to have a TB test and a physical.

The tests are Friday. When the test comes back okay, I can start. I can't wait.

So now the only real worry is how I'm going to work this out with my current boss without getting utterly screwed if for some reason the physical is bad. He's not going to understand. I'm not going to try to fool myself into believing he is. Even when I point out all the reasons I have for leaving, he's going to be irritated. And you know what? I don't care.

Master was excited last night when I told him. Maybe not as excited as I was. But he was glad I had this perfect opportunity to get out of the deli. I'm going to be working in an assisted living home in dietary. My hours will usually run from 11am-7pm and the place is a block away from Master's house. I'm guaranteed 40 hours a week with all the over time my body can handle. And the only requirements are a) be there on time and b) be nice to the residents. I'm going to have so much fun.

This will give Master and his slave so much more time together. And we won't have to eat dinner at 10pm. And we'll have weekends together most of the time and I'll be right up the road. My stress level will decrease dramatically which will almost definitely improve my attitude. My attitude improving will improve the ease of His life and our communication. God I can't wait. And I hope it's everything we're hoping for.