ding dong.

The job situation is pretty much ironed out. I told the people at the new job I needed more than 20 hours a week or a higher pay rate per hour. They gave me both. Surprisingly.

So, the job that's been driving me crazy is ending on Saturday. I told my boss today.

I thought, I don't know, that it would be dramatic or something. Instead, it just sort of happened and now I've done it and I can't go back and add things in about how obnoxious my boss and his wife and son have been and I can't talk about how I've gotten, like, no respect. Because it's over now. And I was basically very nice. Nicer than I needed to be. Nice like the girl my parents raised.

Last night I dreamed I was in Arches National Park. John and I were there taking pictures of these crazy rock formations. Except, I've never actually been there, you know, while awake. We were basically walking around on a boardwalk with a metal railing and all the arches were lined up like croquet wickets below us.

After having dreams like that, I really want there to be a reason. An explanation. I want it to mean something, or say something, about who I am. If that's true, I don't get it.