So I quit my job and moved to a new city. I'm now living in Knoxville, which is about 60 miles from the area in which I spent my entire life. I'm working for a Fortune 500 company in the medical industry, and it's incredibly challenging. Stressful as it is, it pales in comparison to the stress brought onto me by my former job those last few months, but we won't get into that. Hello to all my former co-workers who might still check this thing periodically. I'm sure all is bright and cheery in your world.

I got several job offers after an intense job hunt here in Knox-Vegas, but of course I opted for the one which paid the most. My starting salary is more than I made with my previous employer after 7 years of service (which isn't exactly saying much.) The lady who hired me told me that over 100 people qualified for the position, but she knew I was the person for the job from the second she interviewed me. Truth is stranger than fiction, I suppose, especially considering that just about everybody who works there comes from a medical background, and I come from a utility company. That's the thing with me, though, I come on strong with the charm in the beginning and then lose my momentum somewhere down the road. Just ask Marv. We're still together, by the way, even though I think we both sometimes wonder why.

We have a quaint 2 bedroom apartment which looks like it's straight out of a town square in London. The kitchen is smaller than my cubicle at work, but the huge walk-in closet makes up for that. I would share pictures, but my digital camera is broken.

We also now have a pet rat named Raphael. He's white with red eyes and a creepy reptilian tail. It was not my idea to say the least, but it hasn't been as horrific as I had imagined it might be.

The biggest adjustment I'm having to make here is the traffic. The drive home in rush hour traffic is mentally exhausting, and I seldom want to do anything once I get home at around 6:00 p.m. It's kind of ironic, because one of the main reasons for moving here was that there would be so much more to do in the way of leisure activities. Live in a small town, have time but nothing to do. Live in a moderately sized city, have plenty to do but no time. It's just one cruel twist after another.

Well, that pretty much sums up the state of affairs in my life, and I think I can safely say I'm living up to my title.