Cranial Explosion!~

Where to even begin? ...
Well I started a new job on the 22nd. I'm now a Crisis Line Specialist, I work for an amazing Crisis Center in ye olde East Bay California, and despite the occasional delusional and or suicide call I actually feel less stressed than I did working for my last employer where without the looming bankruptcy should have been a really chill job.
It was an excruciating decision to leave Windrush. I was appreciated at the school for my ability to communicate, for my ethics, for my dedication, and I could take my pups to work with me and they in turn were appreciated for their thirst for adventure and never ending reserves of love.
I left my best friend, my Aunt, new friends and a lot of little persons that I truly miss every single day. I have a lot of feelings about what is continuing to go on at the school, about what happened to the school, and perhaps someday I'll write a blog post about the entire experience, but it just would be kindling on a vast bonfire, so I will just say I left and I'm better off, but I do feel sad that I had to.
Ze new job is great. I'm gaining the experience I need for my career and for graduate school (of which I'm in the 2nd quarter). The people I work for and with are amazing and loving and have been kind enough to take me under their proverbial wings and show me the ropes, fine tuning the abilities I've acquired over the last 18 months of volunteering four hours a week on the lines.
I get to help a colleague as she works to develop a grant prescribed crisis chat line, and every week I become more intimately involved in the process. I've never developed or helped develop a program before, it is really quite exciting!
I really like my professors this quarter in grad school. Social Policy is like an orgasm for my brain, it involves social welfare, history and politics, which I mean is the shizzle I geek out on. I don't like all the reading and the incredibly short amount of time I have to prepare for presentations, but honestly I've kinda come to realize that the world operates on short term deadlines, so why should graduate studies be any different?
I'm working hard at keeping connected to my small kinship of friends, and being fairly successful.
The wedding plans are coming along well.
I've sold 14 copies of my book across various media and I still have some advertising ideas up my sleave. I wish I had more time to write, but at least this lack of "time" allows for slow percolating of my sequel.
In my miniscule free time I have been enjoying a lot of pleasureable reading, and hanging out with my fiancee, and my Boston buddies playing Star Wars the Old Republic.
Overall life is good, which doesn't mean it isn't at times stressful.
So that's the weekly dose of my life. Who are you that read? Drop a comment, let's converse.