Well, like my friend Katie said, when you play the lottery it gives you something called hope for a while. That's what a job interview does too. I have an interview Monday, at a garage door company. I got this through a temp service, but they are looking to hire. Sounds like an office manager position, and my counselor said the person I'll interview with is excited to meet with me. Keep your fingers crossed. It's enough money to survive on, and after my contract with the temp service runs out (about 3 months) I would probably make more. I'll know more Monday. I have hope.
My counselor called me an hour ago to see how the interview went. I think my heart stopped beating for a full minute. I said...."It's Monday". Way to scare the shit out of someone. She said she will see what else she can get me into also. She's the only one doing anything for me, the other agencies suck balls. This one, is the one that got me the job I was let go from. Bastards.
Wednesday I went to Katie's and she helped me write a pretty damn good application letter for the university. We had a lot of laughs. Especially since her son, is following in Auntie Mon's footsteps and taking off his clothes when company comes over. (Mom says I never kept my clothes on I can't imagine that) He thought it was hilarious to wipe his butt on me and run off laughing. I said it seems like a symbol for my life.
Yesterday I took a bath. This is monumental, as I have spent much of my time crying, watching Tyra, and feeling sorry for myself. Living in squallar and filfth. After I got cleaned up I felt a little better and I cleaned. Cleaned! It felt good to be productive, so today I am going to get back into working out. A week off is enough. I've lost 5lbs. Stress. I think God is solving all my problems at once. Work, relationship, weight. Why not. I just love to take on so much.
I waited until about 4 yesterday to change CP's phone number to give the phone to my brother. He never called me, so I figured what does he need a phone for? I have to think of myself here, though to me, it sounds selfish. My brother says he can afford the phone, and it'll be nice to be able to call him other than when he is working. When CP finally did call me, he was a dick about my changing the number and giving it away. I said it's pretty fucking rude of you to expect me to pay for you to have a phone, I'm unemployed. Maybe I'll wise up some day and figure out what is going on with us. Right now, I don't want to.
My dog had her surgery yesterday. $170 on the credit card. Ugh. I worried all day because I couldn't afford the pre-anesthesia testing on her liver, so I thought she would die during the procedure. My poor girl got her back tooth pulled, teethed cleaned and polished, and whined the whole way home from the vet. The nasty hole under her eye that had healed from the antibiotics, is back in double overtime. Oozing puss to cover her entire smushy face. I have to clean it every couple hours. Good thing I'm off of work.
Talked to unemployment. I don't qualify until mid-January. The good thing about this is, I will make enough to get by. So, if worse comes to worse, I won't be destitute. It makes me feel just a little better. Just a little. I still will be doing something mindless, and think "fuck, I'm unemployed".
Embaressment of the week, is that my ex-coworker sent home a bunch of stuff for me with Tayray from my desk. Stuff I thought I got already. She burned all my pics for me to CD. I'm happy for that, but there were some pictures I wouldn't want the boss to see. Like, drunken pictures. This is a lesson to me, to not be so comfortable, at the next job. And my proudest accomplishment for the week is...I didn't get drunk yesterday. It seemed to be a daily occurence there for a few days.