Is it really time to go home?

I am so tired... I'm so ready to go home and relax. Is it really time for me to go home and get some R&R?

I've been busting my ass in ways I didn't know possible this week, training for this new position and hoping that I do good enough to merit a raise. My brain is like swiss cheese and I swear I can hear something rattling around in my head. Is it my sanity? I think I might have lost it somewhere among the myriad paperwork scattered throughout my store and around my desk.

The last 30 days have been a true test of how much I can take before I start to crumble. Our a.c. broke down (there goes $500), Russell's truck broke down (there goes $1100), the IRS realized that I owed them $500 (there goes $500), my car broke down (say goodbye to another $331, Amber... "goodbye $331, Amber!").

I really have been trying to maintain a positive outlook and to remember the wonderful things that I'm blessed with. I have total job security (but, to be fair, I just knocked on wood to be safe), other than a few cavities we can't immediately get fixed, Russell and I are in good health. We both have wonderful, supportive families. Things could be much worse than they are and I am so thankful for that.

Still, I am simply overjoyed that I get the next 2 days to really process the last month so I can properly deal with the financial downfalls we've suffered, to figure out a gameplan on how we will work through them, and to just look towards a brighter future and hopefully a less stressful couple of weeks ahead.

I have to admit... I am extremely excited to be visiting my mother-ship (the mall) tomorrow. I go not to shop (for shame!) but to try and pawn off my gold jewelry, given to me by some ex-boyfriends who I hold absolutely no sentimental memories toward. Not shopping will be interesting and difficult for me as I'm a hopeless shopaholic, but considering that I've shredded my credit cards and have practically NO cash available, it should be something that is at least obtainable.

I hope all you fellow bloggers, Nesties, SITStahs, and 20SBs have a great weekend. What Not to Wear is calling and I am never one to turn down an hour of Stacey and Clinton!