On Friday, by the grace of God, I was offered a permanent position. I'll be working for a really big insurance company, data processing homeowner's insurance paperwork, and also as a back up receptionist. The salary is acceptable, and my medical, dental and other insurance is 100% paid.
I am so, so happy not to be a temp anymore. I was grateful for the work, but it's dead end until you get picked up permanently somewhere. No benefits.
And... I found a room to rent. Next weekend my furniture goes over. Just what I can fit in a bedroom, and a ton of boxes, cuz I'm keeping as much of my life as I can. My nice washer and dryer (bought new in 2016) has found a foster home with someone I know. She will use the washer and store the dryer until I can get them back. I'm told washers go bad if they aren't used.
And now for the best part.... !!
I knew the guy*** had animals, it was in the ad. He has a corgi named Toomba and four cats.
I was greeted on arrival by a welcoming committee of Toomba and 18 year old male tuxie Mattise,
and 3 year old orange mancat, Oliver. Ollie has the cutest wrinkled little nose.
There are probably not that many people wanting to room with four animals not their own, but I think folks here will understand how pleased I was to see them. I get their company without having to pay the vet bills. And... Oliver is actually available for adoption. His person took him in because he was a kitten born on the streets but wants him to find a forever home.
I'm not saying I will adopt Ollie - that is entirely dependent on my future finances -
but he is ever so cute. He doesn't really remind me of my Toby at all though, except for the color; Toby had a massive bone structure and just a totally different vibe than little Ollie.
So begins a new book in the story of my life.
*** I would have preferred to room with a woman but after five tries, I just ran out of time.
