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I'm just a 31 year old chick, married, tattooed, pierced, childfree, and World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.

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Rainy Tuesdays

Posted on 02 May 2006
Tags: life, rants

I had a terrible sleep last night. I couldn’t get comfy, kept waking up all night, and had trouble getting to sleep because right before we snuggled down to sleep Eddie bitched because I’d only applied to one place online yesterday. Why did I only apply to one?

  • I can’t get into hospital work because they want someone more experienced than my 6 weeks.
  • Non-hospital coices are limited to private companies and retail. Private companies aren’t hiring at the moment, which he knows just as well as I do because he looked at the fucking classifeds on Sunday.
  • We don’t have a phone with minutes on it. Even if I did get a call back, not only would I not know about it, I wouldn’t be able to return the call.
Without bothering to get into all the bullshit about the phone, I simply just told him that there wasn’t anything hiring. His reply was “So why did we shell out all that money for school if you can’t get a job doing it?” Way to be happy I even finished. Way to show some fucking support. Way to make me feel like fucking shit for doing something for myself rather than pleasing every other fucking person around for a change. Add this frustration on top of the fact my mother and grandmother gave us $80 so we could actually have more than $13 to last a week and we’re now about $40 in the hole again because mysterious $4 WalMart charges* keep putting us in the red and you can see why I’m just not having a good day.

* This is his lunch. I just spent the last 6 weeks eating nothing but dinner (if you can call having cereal 4 nights a week “dinner”) and rarely eating lunch the 9 months I was in school, but a $2 coffee every morning unless we’re in the hole already plus $5/day for lunch is ok for him. Yeah, there’s going to be some talking.

Today I’m doing dishes. It sucks, but it needs to be done. I’m also making steak sandwiches for myself for lunch. And later I’m going to take a nap and get the sleep that I should have had last night. And then I’m going to find the number to the IRS so he can call them while he’s at work and get our transcripts so we can get the fucking immigration paperwork fixed and maybe keep him in the damned country.

On this day..

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