Time for a Real Update.

So last week I started my new job. I really, really, really love it! I official title ( that Dee, my supervisor-ish/co-worker, and I made up) is...4th District CASA Program Assistant. Pretty long, but it sounds really cool! As you know, if you do read my blog, I was a Court Appointed Special Advocate or CASA. I work on a case for the 4th District Court Guardian Ad Litem office. I was like a big sister to my girl, but I also was court appointed. So I got sworn in and got to go to court. SO now I work with all the volunteers, that are doing what I did. They have monthly reports they have to get to the GAL and they have court hearings and Family Team Meetings they get to go to, so I help them with all of that. It has been really really fun. We just finished training a group of 19 people. So that is what I do now. It is part time so I work for MWB in the morning and got to the GAL office in the afternoon. So that is work.
And because of work, I can't got to my institute classes in the afternoon anymore. It is really sad. I don't get to see Mr. P any more. Tuesday was my last day. So sad news about him. He does have a girlfriend. I knew he did, someone that amazing couldn't just be walking around single. And get this, she lives in Boston, is Harvard Alum, and works for MIT. (Yes I FB stocked her, I had to know) And she has amazing shoes. How could I compete with that? Hmmmm? I just can't. So I am pretty sad about it. He is so dang cute. And he just radiates goodness. *SIGH*
But I am going on a date tonight. My wonderful, favorite Brother-in-law set me up with this dude he knows from school. I am grateful, but I am a little apprehensive. 1. My BIL is known for his amazing ability to not look at a person on the outside or judge them by appearances. That is great. But I do have to be attracted to the person. I have to find them handsome. So that has me a little worried. 2.   And more weighty, is my history of blind dates. I have been on a million blind dates and none of them have been good or really turned out well. There was Mr. I-am-going-to-take-you-to-a-bar-and-let-a-drunk-guy-hit-on-you. Mr. I-just-want-to-be-friends-said-over-text-message. Mr. I-am-going-to-be-your-"boyfriend"-but-then-move-to-Cali-and-never-talk-to-you-again. Mr. I-am-not-going-to-talk-to-you-the-rest-of-the-night-after-you-say-you-don't-go-to-school. Mr. I-am-not-going-to-be-nice-to-you-and-walk-10-feet-in-front-of-you-in-a-questionable-part-of-town. And Mr. I-am-going-to-talk-so-you-can't-hear-me. And Mr.I-dress-like-I-am-still-in-grade-school-and-I-don't-know-how-to-have-a-conversation. And Mr.I-am-just-going-to-look-down-your-shirt. So that is why I am a little worried. But I am optimistic. And I always try to hope for the best. So we will see how it goes.