Well, I've come to realize that my life really isn't just happy having any resemblance to "normal" so I guess a complete clusterfuck is pretty much becoming my way of life. I was sooo hoping to quit smoking, but well, that just didn't want to happen.
Funny, every time I try to quit, my life just goes "Gotcha, Bitch!" and throws a few dozen train wrecks my way for shits and giggles. It's like Fate's way of saying, "Try and not have a cigarette while facing this!" which promptly results in me screaming in horror and running for the nearest Korean market. This time our line up of the insane consists of:
****Babysitter quit, had to find new one, ran out of time, settled for way too young and not too bright
****Lease ends in 1 month, can't afford rent hike, can't afford to move
Job fucking with me (oooh, shocker) by...
1) No raise as promised in October, but "you'll get the yearly in March"
2) Just kidding! No one's getting the yearly, but thanks for sticking around a few more months...
3) Hey, be grateful! We did tell you for 2 months we may have eliminated your position anyways! We didn't lay you off, you should be so happy!
4) By the way, we know we doubled your workload with the extra district, but, um, yeah, if you work overtime, that's on your head. NO OVERTIME. SO what if you do't have enough hours to do your job.
****No matter how many places I apply, there's about 175 other people applying for the same job. And since most of the time I'm overqualified, people don't want to interview me and just let me know "we couldn't meet your salary expectations." Sadly, they never let me get to the part where, because I work at Radioshack, I'm used to getting paid peanuts for 3 times the job I'm just supposed to do.
****I need to move forward and file bankruptcy because one of my creditors won't take a goddamn payment arrangement. I'm a single fucking mother, no child support, and
barely making a living wage, but this bastard would rather force me into bankruptcy than allow me to make a small payment of $50 a month. OK, so it's small, because I'm also paying off my craz as medical bills from last year, but jeez, at least I'm trying! But Nooooooo...United FUcking We Hate You Collection Agency said "Fuck you, we're garnishing". Chapter 11, here I come!!
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Well, I'll try again, and again, and again.
I'll eventually get a job.
Then I can say Buh-Bye to the Big Red Screwshack.
We'll move, and I'll figure out a way to shell out rent. And hopefully it'll be a big enough place to give me a corner to paint in.
And, well, bankruptcy is pretty dang final, and will at least end my nightmare on that front.
And after the new job and setling into a new place, I can situate myself with a decent babysitter.
LoL...the other day we were running late, and I was whining in front of kiddo about not getting to work on time. He loked at me and said, very solemnly, "If Mommy's late she'll get a spanking". I laughed and explained that grown ups don't get spankings for being late to work.
But hey, at least Mommy would spank back!!!
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