Seriously. I just can’t. I’m so tired. Why does everything have to be so f*cking hard? Why do I always feel so alone? Like I’ve got no one ever to lean on or talk to or depend on? I’m just so tired of this horseshit life. I’m angry and hurt and sad and so many things all at once. In two weeks it will have been 27 years since my
Over qualified. Under qualified. Kiss my ass. I need a job! Job satisfaction? Who cares! A paycheck in and of itself is more than enough satisfaction at this point! Ridiculous! Officially nine months since I began looking for a new job (or any source of income at all, really) and still flailing. No job = No home. My divorce was final in December. I totaled my minivan in the same
Sweet blissful sleep. All wrapped up warm and cozy in my bed, with dreams of my love running through my head. Sweet, sweet, blissful sleep. Then all of a sudden there’s this odd sensation that tears me away from it all! Nooooo! Not the toes! Dang dog! Why on earth does she do that? It’s so gross. Oh, look! She left her foot out for me, I think I’ll just
A little over four months now of job hunting, resume tweaking, cover letter writing … I’d really like a job soon! Is there seriously no one out there willing to give a girl a break as she transitions back into the working world?! Craziness. Only another (loooong) 52 days until we can sign our final divorce papers! Is it awful that I wish these waiting period days would go faster?!