I'm June Gardens, and I'm panicked about money.
Hiiiii, June.
I've been laid off for six months now, and have had lots of work, but in the past month all I've had is one statistics textbook, which you may recall I stampeded right to and did not put off at all. Anyway, that's done and there is no work on the horizon. Have interviewed or taken an editing test at three places, and? Nope. Because I suck.
Today I emailed the HR person at the LAST place that laid me off, and I emailed the HR person at the place that laid me off before that. I also contacted a few people who'd said they needed freelance work done in the past few months and WHERE ARE YOU, people who need freelance work? WHERE ARE YOUUUUUU?
Ack.
My trip is coming up, the one to Hawaii and Los Angeles (I know. I would hate me too. Because it's a FREE TRIP.) and I called Marvin to see if he could dogsit while I am gone. He hemmed and he hawed and he paused and he fretted and finally I snapped, "If you don't do it I can't go on the trip." I mean, dog daycare for that many days would be $500.
Geez.
I mean, did I ask for alimony? Help paying the mortgage? Dog support funds? I did not. This is ALL I ASK FOR.
So the depressing part is Ima have to start applying for jobs out of North Carolina, I think. Which means I'll have to move and I'm (a) upside-down on this house and (8) sad that I'd have to move away from ...friend.
I hate everything.
But hey! In three days I'll be 47!
Okay, I still hate everything. Someone tell me an inspirational story.
P.S. Just noticed I have my underwear on inside-out. Gee, is it Friday the 13th at all?
