What does it mean when an internet meme eerily matches your life?
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Not the dysentery (thank Ceiling Cat), but like countless numbers of my countrymen before me, I have gone West to seek my fortune, and my plans have hit a snag. That's why I haven't posted in a long while, even though I wanted to have something up other that my drunken Election night squeeing, for which I apologize. God, in meatspace, I can front way much easier, what with the fear of the disdain of others in real time, the facelessness of the interwebs got to me, what can I say...
Anyway, this is the story. I still have a job, but as of the new year, my hours will be cut 20%. My renter's lease is set to end in January, so I can get cheaper digs (as much as one can in Santa Fe) w/o getting hit for breaking the contract. Given that I was planning on spending the new year paying off my credit card expenses that I racked up both moving and flying home for the holidays, with this turn of developments I am amazed at my ability to sleep at night.
I WILL say that one of the sales staff members gave me some good advice, to leverage the fact that I am a beyond-essential staff member for some help, and at the meeting where we got the bad news, we were told to come to the head cheeses to talk if needed. I was going to ask my folks for advice and some $$$, but as always, my crises intersect with larger family problems; Dad is set to have surgery on his neck in the next few weeks, and when I called this AM, he sounded like hammered shit.
LJ right now is my only outlet, even though quite frankly, I hate the fact that this is bothering me. I've always been such a fucking wuss, and have never had the magical ability that every other woman on the planet has to make a few tears make everyone else back off. In fact it ususally makes it worse. Not even men get as much shit for crying as I have.