So much to do, so little time

As much as I like to think that my "part-time" job gives me time to do stuff, it really doesn't. I work 11-5, which means I would have had to wake up far too early to go to the bank for a loan (considering the time I got off the phone with my boy last night), and today when I get home I have to program the sprinklers, load a television in the car, pack up clothes, show mom how I want my wedding dress, and then get to Oxnard (almost 2 hours away) before it gets too late. Another reason why I can't get up early, I need to sleep now rather than sleep on the road. Oh, and I ran out of worms for my lizards. Well, kind of. I noticed ants in my room, and I couldn't figure out why. Then when I went to feed them before bed, I realized that there were ants milling around INSIDE the container of worms. I was very confused, but now we know ants eat worms. So I have to go to PetCo and get worms and come back and feed them before I leave. But I can't choose not to go to Oxnard, I have to get finger printed early in the morning for my new job and I don't want to risk driving there in the morning and not getting there on time. I feel very emotionally drained. Yesterday, I got called in by the division manager to ask why I took a long lunch the day before. Well, the reason that I took a long lunch the day before was that there was lightening and a union meeting. Now, we're a swimming pool, and people can't swim in lightening, it's not allowed. So everyone was out of the water, the lifeguards were at home, and I had a supervisor in the office. I told her I was going to the union meeting, which was upstairs in the same building. I figure the reason my supervisor didn't reprimand me for it was because she was there too. So instead she went two steps up the chain of command to have the division manager do it. We're having financial problems as of late. I actually don't want to quit my job at this point, I'd rather see how long I can keep working two jobs without being either totally drained or very pissed... I already came to the realization that once I move, my first two hours of work each day go to pay for my gas, so if they'll let me work two ten-hour days I will. Then I can work three days at my new job. At least long enough for us to pay off what our wedding is costing us... My supervisor at my new job plans to start me the Monday after the wedding, which is really cool of her. I think she's getting married soon too (well, I know she's getting married, how soon is the part I don't know), we were having a discussion on changing last names. My boy's taking me from A to W, I think hers is taking her from S to Z. Not sure who wins there. :) I have a lot of stuff. Just stuff, in general. I've been sending things home with Charles when he comes to visit, or dropping things off when I visit him. Now most of my CDs, DVDs, files, and a good amount of clothes are in his apartment. Then I look at the rest of my stuff and I wonder if I even want to clutter myself with it at the new place. I have clothes that don't fit anymore too. It's so hard for me to buy clothes, I went wedding dress shopping last night with mom and sister and my chest and waist/hips are in two different sizes. I can either have my chest constricted or my hips baggy. I think I'd rather keep the dress I already have. On a final note, I must admit that I purchased three (small) cook books last night. Make of that what you will!