Such a relative term...

My husband and I joke a lot about how "poor" we are. I guess "trashy" could be a better term to describe it, hah. We don't always pay our bills on time, and more than once there have been threats at the door by utility servicemen to disconnect our service. But we live very, very comfortably compared to lots of people in the country (not to mention the rest of the world). I am an avid bargain hunter, making my daily pilgrimage to Mir's Want Not to see what I can save money on today. I have been able to stay at home with my son for the last 20 months, save for the three months I worked at the bookstore until I realized that wouldn't work, and the occasional weekend I work at the bar my friend works at, taking people's money and listening to live music for free. This all should (hopefully) be changing soon. I've decided to change my major from Education back to Nursing, so I've applied for a job at the local mega-hospital as an Emergency Department Technician. I can handle the gore and bodily fluids, have the medical experience from a previous stint in nursing school, and am genuinely interested in the work. If they do decide to give me the job, I think it will work out swimmingly. That is if I even get a call back, or an interview. The hospital has a ridiculous number of applicants, and it's hard to even get your application looked at. Thankfully my husband has a friend who used to work with the payroll manager at the hospital, who says she will pass my application on to the hiring manager in human resources. Fingers crossed. If anyone is still reading this, a few well-wishes and crossed fingers would be MUCH appreciated, because I'm tired of getting payday loans to pay my gas bill, and praying we have enough left over for some adult food after buying diapers and food that Spider-Toddler likes to eat.