I got a job!! I'm so happy. I've always wanted to work at Starbucks because I love the atmosphere and I've always felt like I would be a good addition to it. 

I just went in today to drop off my hours of availability sheet and the staff were so nice. One of them even goes to Sheridan so maybe we can be friends!! 

I can't wait to start. 

I went to the ex last night but I'm going to do a separate post on it. 

Instead I'm going to relay a funny story from last night after the ex. 

My wonderful, gracious boyfriend offered to pick me up and drive me home from the go station since I was getting home late. He had been stayed with me for Friday night and Saturday since all my roommates were away. When we pulled up, it was clear I was the only one still home for the night. He couldn't sleep over again due to studying and also lack of parking. I assured him I would be fine and off we went apart. 

I was doing really well. I was in a great mood. But then the cats started making a lot of noise that sounded like scary noises. I texted Richard to tell that the cats make it sound like someone is breaking in. 

I guess I then fell asleep. 

So five text messages and fourteen missed calls all of which I'm blissfully unaware of, I wake up to my front door opening and my body goes cold. I'm shaking. I'm actually getting robbed. Or killed. After a few very, very long seconds I hear Richard call my name. 

He drove over to make sure I was okay. And then I slept over at his house. 

It was so cute but I felt so bad I actu cried. 

He's a wonderful, wonderful boyfriend.