Good News!

Alright~, sorry I haven't been so active with blogs 'n everything. I've been getting a few things in my life sorted out.
TL:DR, I had a crap job that I put up with because I am an idiot. I quit after nearly losing my temper at my boss, found another job (full time) working at a casino with regular hours and a 20 cent raise on joining. I just finished my third day and I feel fucking fantastic! Also, I finished the next chapter of NDiDfF, which I'll post tomorrow, as well as submitting an idea I've had for a crossover (but never finished the first chapter of)
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In order:
My old job (which I had worked at for years) was a dishwasher at a nice little place about 5 miles away from home. I was working the odd shifts as well as what I got scheduled for. Unfortunately, my boss (for some, no-good reason) hated me and refused to give me a raise. I, being foolish, worked for 2 years on minimum wage, doing work that well qualified me for the title of "Over-worked, Under-paid", all for a boss that would yell at me for no (good) reason. Just for reference, since I did a well-rounded range of tasks, I like to carry around a decent sized pocket knife to help me out. Cue the scene late one evening, maybe about an hour until we lock the doors and head home. Aside from me and the cook (we were always the last out), the boss was the only other person in the building. She decided to leave through the back door by passing through the kitchen, which I'm mopping. She starts talking shit about me to the cook, who can't really say anything, lest she start on about him. Being the fool that I am, I start talking to her in an attempt to spare him. By the time the conversation ends, I'm left with my eyes glaring holes in her overlarge back and patting the pocket my knife is in. I realized a few things then:that I do, in fact, have a limit to what I can tolerate, and that it would be best that I quit that job. I gave my notice, and I couldn't be done soon enough.
It doesn't take long for my god-sister's father to inform me of an open position at the casino he works at, a position that includes benefits, better pay, and (most importantly) paid breaks. A little over two weeks later, and I went in for my first day. 8 hours later finds me walking out feeling as though I'm walking on air. Not only was I not being pressured to do 20 things in a day, but the people I worked for and with were all friendly. I know this is the sort of thing people take for granted, but it's still amazing. I just finished my third day, and the only thing I still have trouble with is remembering to take my breaks. My coworker kept reminding me to get out for a while, especially for lunch.
Fear not, for these breaks are not taken in vain! I actually managed to finish writing two chapters I'd been stuck on, in the break room no less. I'll be sure to post them tomorrow. Be warned; they shall not be edited yet.

Edit: Looks like my crossover story needs a bit more work before it can be submitted. Sorry.