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my new plan to NOT move


I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this yet (more than 7 times) but I really don’t want to move.  Today’s excuse is: I keep looking around thinking, “Man, someone needs to pack all this crap, and I certainly don’t want to be the one to do it.” 

Tomorrow’s excuse will probably be more along the lines of: But it took me FIVE YEARS to figure out how to drive around here without getting lost, and you expect me to start all over in a new city?

Therefore, I’ve spent a great deal of time considering all options I can pull to get us to stay, and what it really boils down to is THE JOB.  Because unless I wake up a millionaire tomorrow (and the prospects are not looking good), I’m stuck living off the money Husband makes.  And currently said husband is making said money IN UTAH.

But what if I find him a new job?  A BETTER job?  A stupendously wonderful amazing job?  That also happens to be right here in this very city that I can finally drive around in without ending up in Switzerland?

That would be good.

So today I’m going to look online for this awesome job.   And I’m determined to find it.

I already checked Craigslist, but I never trust anything I see there.  Maybe it’s because I had a bad experience with a Craig once and it’s forever changed my perception of anything to do with that name.  Or I’m just weird.  Either way, nothing good on Craigslitst.

Good thing I just found out about US Job Resource.  As in, potentially the very best place to look online for stupendously, wonderful, better jobs that don’t involve moving EVER.

I’ll let you know what I find.  Even if there aren’t any good jobs in our area, I don’t mind using my advanced persuasion skills to make the mediocre ones sound amazing.  I mean, at this point I’m fully prepared to make the job of “Roadkill Retrieval Specialist” sound like a day spent in heaven, if it means I won’t have to move.



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Comments

LisAway said…
I'd like to say that I hope you find that perfect roadkill retrieval job, but then you wouldn't be moving to a place I might actually get to meet you in. So bad luck.

And thanks for the laugh. "Either way, nothing good on Craigslist."
Wonder Woman said…
Um....I'm trying to think of a positive, supporting comment, but all I can think is, "NNOOO!!!! She has to move down here!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So, um, good luck, I guess.

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