The Letter

[amadain]

We got paperwork via FedEx yesterday. They want almost a checks worth of Good Faith money in a week. I'm over half a check in the whole. I have to call them today, to see if we can get another month to get the money together. If not, I guess we start packing up. I'll have to call them from the dining room public phone, when it's not busy. I hate that. Ever since the last time I made a personal call of any deeply personal nature at work, and it was used to question my integrity, I don't feel comfortable with trying to manage my personal life during the day. I received 2 messages from the meeting over that call. The first was "I can listen to any call that you make or take, both business and personal, and I think that you're a liar." and the second was "Get your shit together. You work for the , and it's expected that you have your life in order." Well guess what? My life isn't in order. My phone bill is half paid, which means that we can receive calls on our cells, but not make them. Which gets my wife off the hook for calling any creditors, which relieves her greatly, I'm sure.

Started back on my medication last night, woke up early this morning, and can't go back to sleep thanks to the worry and the nausea side effect. That and the snores of my son. He's got a fever, like a little furnace on my pillow. Just like his sister, if I move at all, he's instantly taking up space, trying to claim my warm spots. I figure he needs it more than I do, poor little guy, so I came down to try and sort stuff out in my head and journal.

Ugh. 6:30am. I could have used that extra hour and a half of sleep.