But here's my number, so call me maybe.

This week has been going by very slowly. 

Like really slow.

It feels like it should be Tuesday next week already.

But it's not. It's Thursday at 6:00pm. 

This week has been going by slowly probably because we were supposed to move into our house this week, but things have been delayed by a whole 7 days. That's one more week I have to live in this hotel. And so, my crushed soul is withering away at the extended stay. 

I am so jealous of Brandon who gets to go off to work everyday. I really am. I asked if I could be a recruiter or if we could be like a recruiting team, but no one really liked my idea. 

Bummer.

I have been deciding what I should do with my life. I graduated in May with a Master's degree in Educational Psychology. That degree prepares me to become a School Psychologist, but I cannot do that without getting 1200 internship hours first in order to get my credential. 

Of course, it's the middle of the school year and no one wants to start an intern right now. 

I really can't get in contact with anyone about an internship.

So my dilemma is to wait and see if someone wants an intern for January or 

just get a job (non-school psychologist) and do my internship next school year? 

I really don't know. 

 I am thinking about paying a visit to the psychic down the street. Maybe she can help.

Where is my big sign telling me what to do? 

I think USMC should provide me with some life guidance. After all, they are the ones that moved me out here and at the worst time possible, they could at least help me choose which path to take. 

But I open to anyone that has an opinion.

I am hoping that these next 7 days go by very quickly. 

I need a house. I need my clothes. I need a purpose.

Maybe I will think more clearly when I am in my own home.

Anyways, Brandon has been going awesome at work. 

What's new though right?

He just dropped off a kid at MEPS to swear in - that makes 3 contracts in less than 2 weeks!

And he is a brand new recruiter. He is just a rock star.

This week he has been coming home around 7-8ish, which is nice. Except when he gets home, he is still answering phone calls and texting his co-worker non-stop. 

Doesn't his co-worker have a wife that he should be talking to? 

The answer is yes, he does.  

I think Brandon and his new co-worker might have a bromance going on.

I had to take away his phone at dinner the other night. It wouldn't be so bad if Brandon could talk to me and text at the same time, but I don't think he's a multi-tasker. 

Happy November!