So I’m now joining the ranks of the unemployed. The carpet was pulled from under me yesterday as my barn project got canceled because the foundation froze before we could finish it. Two months of steady, decently paying work frozen to fuck. We take it up again in March but meanwhile, we have no fucking heat in the house, (my fingers are numb as I type this), so much for xmas, (each child will get a chair leg in their stocking which they can burn for a few minutes warmth) I think by next week we’ll have to eat the dog. Fucking shitty fuck fuck. FUCK!!!
Also, I know the feeling. I’m a freelancer and, of course, I couldn’t work at all during the election campaign. Now I’m, um, a large amount in debt and no end in sight. My 'rents gave me $200 to get through Christmas, and I should have a website contract Real Soon Now, but until I get some cash flow I’m screwed, blued, and tattooed.
I’m gonna look for library work at skewl as soon as the semester starts, and I may even call up Phoenix and go for medical tests. brrr
and bring your tent and fishing poles, so you could go camping in Florida for Christmas. It’s not the gifts or material things, just being together that will make or break Christmas. I just got my daughter back home from the ‘Baker Act’ being involked by the sheriff and her counselor for a possible suicide attempt. All is better now,and she won’t stop her medication without consulting the Dr., but we have changed our holiday plans accordingly. Shit happens, you just have to breath through your mouth so you can’t smell it! Sorry about your situation, come on down, the weather and water are fine.
Thanks for the Florida offer. That’s sounding pretty damn good about now. And thanks all for your thoughts, too. Now I’m going to get my ass flamed for being so nice in the pit.
This kind of thing isn’t really anything new. The past three years have been like this. It started during ice storm '98. Ya, I know millions were affected by it, but how many moved into their new home (in the dark triangle) less than a week before it hit? Froze for a month and ended up in the hospital? Only to find out, when the house thaws, that it’s infested with a mold that’s quite harmful to your toddler. It’s been that kind of stuff since… shit you have absolutely NO control over. Dammit. If I could at least blame myself, I’d have someplace to start.
I think I’d best stop calling Lady Luck bad names… just in case. I dunno how else to explain it. (still I wouldn’t getting my hands on that smug little bitch about now…)
We got heat now. I had to sell my soul, but thats ok. I’ll send away for a new one in a couple of weeks.
