"Make sure you join the reserves in case your husband divorces you..."

That was an actual quote from my Transition Assistance Class this afternoon. A tall spindly woman with an ugly scarf gave us a pep talk about joining the guard or reserves. She actually used the possibility of divorce as a selling point. And in case you were wondering, she glossed over the FACT that if you join the reserves you WILL end up in Iraq. Die for your country, at least you won’t be without a job when your husband leaves you.

Anyway, that is what I’m up to this week. I’m in a class, learning how to be a civilian, get a job, etc. It’s been pretty informative actually. And it’s reassuring to see most of the other people in my class are old enough to be my parents and they look way more scared than I do. Maybe it’s my youthful idealism, but I’m feeling pretty positive about this whole thing. Now that I’m past the deep depression about leaving my way of life, the future looks pretty bright.

Next week is my last full week on the job. Then after that, it’s home free. Literally, I’ll be at home, free of a job. Hopefully, I’ll have lots of freelance work to keep me busy. Tim is really excited about me being home, I’m not entirely sure it’s not because he won’t have to wash his own socks anymore. Or maybe because I won’t be so exhausted from work and getting up at the butt crack of dawn to go work. This could benefit him in a number of ways. He’ll probably get laid a lot more. :P

In case you were wondering, the Halloween Party was a blast. I think I’m still coming down from all the Halloween sugar I consumed. I think everyone had a wonderful time though and the costumes really kicked ass this year. I’m already thinking about my birthday party in May though… I’m thinking an 80’s party might be in order…