She's baaaaaaaaack

Yeah, so I took my attorney's advice and deleted all of my online accounts. Except I didn't. I let this one lie dormant for awhile. Everything else is gone. I have been feeling the need to write again. I still loathe my ex, but a lot has died down since I last blogged.

By a stroke of good luck, I discovered that my ex got a job. A quick phone call to the child support enforcement people, and some nice, fat garnishment checks started coming my way. ***siiiiighh*** that's the sound of me breathing out.

Moved to a new place. It has more bedrooms but waaay less storage space, so we're trying to adjust. The yard is great, and the kitchen is sublime. Cheers to new beginnings.

Got a part time job. It's doesn't pay the bills, but it helps.

Started my own business. It doesn't pay the bills, but it, too, helps.

Got engaged. Trying to scurry and pull this wedding off in December. Yeah, that's 3 months from now. I'd have my head examined, but I don't think insurance would approve. By the way, once I get married I won't qualify for medicaid anymore. Fiance doesn't have insurance. We'll both be outta luck chuck.

So here's my rant:

I am so sick of people. Yeah, people in general. My kid is being a turd at school, and I'm tired of dealing with it. Tired of dealing with him and the principal and all that crap. WTF? I'm sick of the dumb bitch I work with who's the biggest loudmouth negative person on Earth. I have to pretend we're friends. I'm sick of my bipolar, freakazoid, micromanaging, can't-ever-say-I'm-wrong boss. No explanation needed there, eh? I'm sick of the fucktards who post "deep and meaningful" Facebook status messages about the economy, health care reform, taxes, or anything remotely related to Ayn Rand. If you were really that smart, then you'd be in office. Shut up. I am sick of dirty clothes and messes and having a house that's 70% trashed all the time. I am sick of kids who don't do what I say the first time. I'm sick of kids and their entitlement mentalities. I'm sick of feeling like ass because I quit smoking and the Chantix makes me tired and nauseated. I am sick of jonesing to smoke and not being able to. I am sick of the stupid bar skanks and jackballs who frequent our little neighborhood dive. Really, who do you think you're fooling? I am sick of stupid clients who couldn't find their ass with both hands and a map. But most of all, I am sick of the wretched, heartless bastards who decided to cut off my financial aid permanently. Ever hear of an exception to the rule? Douchebags.

As you can see, I'm dumping all the negativity that I've been carrying around. Good therapy, and it's cheaper than a shrink. My favorite team lost today, and all I want to do is shout "FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!" and break shit and throw things. I really could beat someone up right now. I won't though because I'm too damn good of a citizen. I'd bitch-slap the coach if he walked by right now, though.

So anyway, there that is. I just needed to blow my stack, and I can't do it on Facebook. Too many people that I have to make nice with. I can't do it in real life because it would erode and eventually tank my relationship. I love my fella, and I don't want to use him as a dumping ground. I can't do it on girlfriends because then I have to listen to their sodden bullshit, and really, I could care less about their problems right now.

You are my selfish release. Today this blog is my verbal toilet. I don't intend to proffer wit, provoke thought, or enlighten the masses. Today is just about me. ONLY ME. Fuck you.

I'll be back from time to time. Please don't comment unless you have something really great, funny, or interesting to add. No critiques please. Gayass comments will be deleted without a second thought. I have to be politically correct in real life; thank goodness this blog isn't real life.

Enough is enough

My ex owes me $10,400 in back child support. Nice, huh? I had to apply for food stamps yesterday. Again. I applied for them a few months ago, but I was denied for too much income. Ha! That's a laugh... too much income. I had to go to the food bank the other day and stand in line for handouts. Tell me THAT wasn't a humbling experience. If we don't come up with enough rent money by the 15th, we'll probably get evicted. I want to kill that fucker.

To date, I've applied for 87 jobs, had three interviews, and received no offers. Employers aren't event offering a living wage anymore. They're lowballing potential employees simply because they can. That's unconscionable. People's bills didn't magically disappear. People with master's degrees are taking jobs for $14/hour. Are you kidding me?!?!?! How is an average joe supposed to compete in that type of market?

I can trim expenses, live frugally, and do without, but there are certain needs that must be met, and for the first time in my life, I do not know if I'll be able to take care of myself and my family. I can't sit here and think about it all day or I'd be crushingly depressed.

Not sure if you're the praying type, but if you are, please toss my name in the hopper. Send some good vibes, positive energy, whatever. I definitely need it.

Gimme a break

I got my umpteenth rejection letter/email today. Problem is, I really wanted this job. It paid well, and it was at a great company. I thought I'd at least get a callback for a second interview. WTF? It's like I have some invisible black mark on my forehead. No one will hire me. Oh wait, I'm mistaken... I got an offer for $10.50 and hour. Ten fucking dollars an hour! Are you serious? I made more than that in high school! Again, WTF? What is wrong with people? No one can live on $10.50 an hour. I have kids and bills. I need a job that pays what I'm worth. I am so pissed I could cry. The job I just got rejected from paid 50k. I have an interview on Thursday for a 30k job. Thirty thousand a year... that breaks down to around 14-15.00 per hour. It's so low, but I don't have any other options right now. I could just cry.

Crazy Busy

I've been applying for jobs like a crazy lady. I had two interviews last week, so I hope to hear those results on Tuesday. I've been trying to get a handle on our bills and expenses, too. Spreadsheets galore. Nothing interesting to write about, really. Bored stiff. Hit me up with some funnies.

Jesus vs. Nostradamus

Am I the only one who's thoroughly sick of this apocalyptic crap on History Channel lately? It's like a WWE match:

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

We've got a great show for you folks!

First off, we have the Wiccans vs. the Mormons. Can mother nature overcome the economic juggernaut that is the Church of LDS? Bring your pan flute and your pentagrams, and watch out for that flying Linoma. We might just see an erruption of the Yellowstone caldera if we play our cards right.

Next up, it's the Mayans vs. the Hopi in a Native American rumble. The Mayans are bloodthirsty with a great calendar, but the Hopis are bringing their katchinas and the blue star. It's bound to be a cataclysm!

Our headline round features Nostradamus vs. Jesus. Can one, ambiguous 16th century prophet take on the Big Cheese? It will be quatrains against the four horsemen. Or perhaps J.C. will call in the big guns and end it all in a firestorm of asteroids and comets? A not-to-be missed battle!

Makes me want to buy a mothballed missile silo and hunker down. Jeesh!

Where's my bailout?

So everyone is getting a bailout these days. The banking industry, the auto industry, even the porn industry is asking for a handout. Where's mine? Scratch that, where's my job? I've been looking for a job for, oh, going on 2 months now, and I have only had small nibbles. Seriously. This job market is in the crapper, and that's doubly bad for me. Not only am I failing to find gainful employment, but the prince is using the economy as a glorious excuse to mooch off his new wife and delay getting a job of his own. He got fired in August for being a jackass (read: fraud), and he's suing me to lower the child support. He already got the alimony nixed, and now he's chipping away at the child support. Fucknut. He doesn't want to feed his kids because he thinks I don't deserve his money. Nice, huh?

Anyway, because I can no longer afford school, it's back to work for me. I've been looking and looking, and frankly, I am getting nervous. Nothing is happening. No one is calling. No one is emailing. Money is running out. My boyfriend got laid off in December, and he can't find anything either. Not sure what we're going to do. I even tried to sell my eggs, but they want women who are 25ish, so I'm out. That would be an easy $5k.

If anyone has bright ideas, I'm all ears. I'm quickly coming to the end of my rope. Right now, though, this princess is headed to bed. We got 4" of snow tonight, so I'll be up early shoveling. Ciao!