It's Like Tryin' to Win the Lottery

I'm losing my job. The job that I've had on and off for a total of 12 years. I haven't been officially told yet, but I'm fairly certain. I can feel it. There's been too many closed door meetings and rumors goin' around.

That also means that I'm about to join the thousands upon thousands of people that have felt the crush of the economy. I'm also joining those thousands of people in the hopeless search for new employment. People have just as good of a chance at winning the lottery as they have in finding a job nowadays.

Every now and again, I'll look for a new job. Not hardcore nose to every job site there is kinda lookin', just the I'd like a change kinda lookin'. I've always wanted a job that's closer to home, that I can wear jeans and a t-shirt to and I can have purple hair if I want....oh, and that pays the same as my current job. So far, that job doesn't exist....at least not in the field I'm lookin' in and with the job experience I have. Anyways, this whole lookin' for a job because my livelihood depends on it is new to me. Last time I had to do this, I went to the Quick Trip and bought a Sunday paper to look for a job. That's when ALL the new available jobs came out.....Sundays. I guess with this new fandangled thing called the internet, jobs are posted all day everyday....and there ain't much of 'em. And the ones that are there?!?!? Yeah....I'm not billengual, I don't have a degree in business, and the one's that are requiring a business degree are startin' out at $10 an hour! Wow.....I'm fucked.

Where my life could possibly be heading in the next upcoming weeks is really, really scary. I've worked my ass off to be where I am now. I don't and haven't had creditors callin' and knockin' on my door in like 11 kazillion-billion years. That was such a low point in my life and I ain't goin' back.

Guess I'll just have to stand in line and play the lottery like everyone else......and hope I don't go postal in the meantime.

Oops! I Did It Again!

I wrecked my car.....again. Just a fender bender this time. I was in that awesome after work bumper to bumper traffic on the highway. I sneezed....and I sneezed again and again and then a snot rocket flew outta my nose. As I go to wipe the hangin' snot outta my nose....BAM. I hit a car. What really sucked was when I hit the car my snot covered hand slid up and smeared on the lense of my glasses. Awesome. Just fuckin' awesome and to top it all off, I got another ticket. I get home and I'm all pissy and shit. Jeremy says "Why you so pissy?" Uh, HELLO? I just wrecked my stupid fuckin' car! He says, "you're not used to that by now?" Admittedly, I've had a few problems with bumpin' into cars and other things here and there, but dang....it ain't like it's ever my fault. Psht. Like this one time, the girl was in the backseat and needed a kleenex. I turned around to gave one to her. I hit a car. It was dead stopped at a red light. ...

APB....Little Jimmy is Missing!!!

It's December 1st and Little Jimmy shoulda made his first appearance at the house this morning. Evidently, I hid Little Jimmy so good that last time last year that even I can't find him. This is no bueno. Little Jimmy is an Elf on the Shelf . We read the book, he shows up in a different spot every morning and watches and reports back to Santa every night. Seriously. The boy gets it. He knows. The elf ain't nothin' but a stuffed doll. The girl....she still believes. She was snoopin' around a week or so ago and found the book that Little Jimmy is SUPPOSED to be stuffed in after Christmas and said "Mom! Little Jimmy's not in his book! He's gone back to the North Pole to get all his instructions!" "Dammit. She STILL believes in Little Jimmy", I remember thinkin'. I mean really, you try comin' up with 30 different hidin' spots for a little elf that won't take your kids more than a few minutes to find every mornin...

East Atlanta Strut 2010

I've been sewin' my fingers off tryin' to get ready for the East Atlanta Strut . It was the first show I had ever done and it was a BLAST! Bein' used to your standard kinda craft shows, you know the ones.....wood cut into silly stuff, marsh mellow guns, lace and potpourri, you can imagine my excitement when I was accepted to do the Strut, which ain't your mama's craft show. After three years, I've decided to give it a go again. I've really focused on my bears since that's what I really enjoy makin' and it's what everyone seemed to like best. You definitely won't find anything else like 'em out there! They're all sad lookin' and junk.....and people wanna hug 'em when they see 'em. I started sewin' these guys three years ago and after readin' an article in a magazine about a man that went to war, was burned badly while there and came home to his finance, married her and made babies with her despite all his s...

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