So I suppose I should do some variety of year in review, what with 2008 left behind us now.

Well, I can sum it up somewhat decently by stating “it was great, then turned to crap, glad it’s over”.

I mean, at the beginning of the year, I had just started what was an awesome job at work, had a lot of money saved up, and I basically lucked into a relationship without even trying – I kicked serious ass at first.

Then, things got worse.

The money dried up, my plans to ensure another awesome job at work were all met with rejection by the higher ups, and then the relationship basically fell apart.

Now here we are, I know nothing will be offered to me at work, as I have already shown I’ll be gone the first chance I’ll get – why bother offer anything right? The relationship is very much dead and buried, and I have no prospects of a new one so far, and my the bank account which once had enough cash to keep me afloat for 2 months if I lost my job, is now in danger of being overdrafted at the end of every month.

Now, I know ending one year does not end all the issues that need to be cleared up, when I go back to work tomorrow in 2009 for the first time, all the problems will still be there.

I will however, be quite willing to let all the bad stuff in 2008 be chalked up to “character building”, and nothing else. No baggage will be allowed to be carried on from this point onward. The good stuff from the early half of ‘08? Good lesson in knowing it can be done.

So that’s my year. Oh yeah, I got to see one show at least (Queens Of The Stone Age), got to travel to another province for the first time and see a friend get married (Dove-Young NFLD wedding), and I got the hairy children of Team Chat.

2009 will see me moving myself out of Moncton (unless I can find another, better, more awesomer job here). I will get a better job – this company or another. And finally I’m sure the relationship front will be better – my 2009 horsoscope seemed convinced of it anyway. If not, confirmed bachelor and cat hotel worker it is I suppose.

Oh, and if I can, I’d still like a house…but….economic climate, shit job, blah blah blah….it may have to wait.

*EDIT* I would like to point out that the relationship wasn’t bad or anything (seems like I was a bit angry over it, reading that back now), I just happen to suck at them I’m starting to suspect. One big bonus to it was the first hairy child (PS I’ll be needing child support for him, he still destroys things and costs a small fortune in band-aids for myself).