Well, probably not really, but I am extremely observant of things.
Awhile back I mentioned that I thought my boss wanted to fire me. Well, he did. I got a few weeks severance, the ability to file for unemployment like a loser, insurance thru the month of March for me and my son, a letter of recommendation and a hug. I was really hoping I’d find a job before this happened. I knew that sales were slow despite my efforts and he and his wife’s stresses with their own lives were affecting everyone around them. He said he felt responsible for everything since he moved me up here. He sort of is. Now I could have gone to Atlanta like I planned before, but my fear held me back. So in part it’s my fault too and I know that. Everything happens for a reason supposedly, right? I met Fireman and had an adorable little boy. Although Fireman pissed me off really good again recently. A story for another time or tomorrow since I have all this free time now.
Am I disappointed? Yes. Am I kinda glad I don’t work with those bitchy co-workers, his cunt of a wife and grasping at straws to keep myself busy because no one there really gives a shit about that place in the end? Absofuckinglutely!
I’ve been sending my resume EVERYWHERE and had a couple of interviews so far. One seems pretty promising and I really want it, but I’m still acting as if that isn’t a possibility because let’s face it, you just never know. It would require us to relocate a couple of hours, but Fireman and I already talked about places we’d move to find a better life. We both know this area really isn’t big enough nor have many opportunities for either of us.
So as I wait the 15 day waiting period for my former employer to reject (or not, he won’t) my unemployment claim I’m just hanging out, freaking the fuck out inside, casting a very wide net inside my industry and ones close to it and waiting.
As far as drinking you ask? It wasn’t good the second week. The first week I was gung-ho and ready to start a new job, but by week 2 the depression kicked in. Even right now I could go for some wine, but I chose to write instead while both the boys sleep. Yes, my little man is out of day care right now. I let him go the first week after I was laid off so I could do what I need to do to get back on track, but I can’t afford all that shit right now.
The drinking led to a huge fight between me and Fireman. Hell, he instigated it. He was being a real dick as if I needed more bullshit in my life. I suppose my stress rubbed off on him a little. Our fight was so bad that it made me call the cops to just get him away from me. That was a bad idea. The cop was such a dick he threatened to arrest me and send my son away and I was being nice. So as I’ve said before, I’ll say it again, FUCK THE POLICE. What a giant stink bag of poopy dog vomit group those mother fuckers are. Even now when I see a cop whether I’m driving or not and am not even close to breaking a law I get nervous like they’re going to harass me and try to arrest me.
So that’s been my Murphy filled life the past 2 weeks. Oh ya, after paying off all my debt I got a $2500 bill for my son getting tubes put in his ears and I dropped my new phone and am awaiting on a new screen to come in.
I’m bound and determined to make this all work. I really don’t want to ask my dad for money, but I will if need be.