New Job... Packing! Moving?

So I have this new job lined up. I'm about 99.9% sure I've got it. It's just a matter of them calling my references now and talking to the personnel director. AND when can you start? Yeah, those magical words of joy! So, here's the kicker, I figured it was absolutely a done deal and quit Friday, because I have a lot of packing to do and that's a week long chore. I was figuring "Hey, I'll need a week to pack and move and all that other happy crap." Then I get a call from my prospective employer saying they want to call my current job for a point of reference. WHOOPS! So I explained why I quit Friday. Last week, new schedule was coming out, I took the last of my vacation days after being informed that I was to report to the chicken houses. EEP! Double EEP! Now I know I've told them countless times since this all started, I CANNOT handle the houses. They freak me out to no end. I feel panic attacks coming on just thinking about it. Throw in my irrational fear of bugs, and there are bugs o' plenty in there, I CANNOT do it! All of that aside, there's the spousal unit that doesn't want to move to LaFayette with me for the job. He says he can't transfer schools so close to being done with his degree and the VA may not pay for him to transfer too... Ok, I can see that, but then he throws in how he wants to be close to his family, doesn't want to quit the EMS service here. UGH! I'm not giving up an opportunity to take a career related to my degree! Not many people I know can say they have a job not long after college and it's related to their degree. Grrrr. So there's the more than slight chance we're gonna end up breaking it all off here and going our own separate ways. It's not that I hate him. I just can't live with him like we are anymore. The fact that he wants to have kids and I don't is just one sore point of a few going on, and well I'm not changing my mind about that either. I don't want kids right now, maybe not ever! The fact that I married a hermit is also a low end on the spectrum of things I care to tolerate. He doesn't like the people I call friends or associates. Yes, my SCA friends that have been nothing but wonderful and helpful to me since the first day I met them. Throw in the latest string of new friends, Michael, Scott, Nonna and company, plus a number of people I count on that list of folks I would gladly hug the next time I see them, there is more to life than what I've got going on at home, which is NADA! So here's to me being strong, standing my ground, and taking control of my life here. Oh well. It's time to get back to laundry, sorting, packing, moving, more packing, and it just never seems to end. I just pray they call me tomorrow and ask me "When can you start?" TOMORROW! RIGHT NOW! Yeah, anytime.... REALLY!

T-Molly

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel...
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin