I'm stressed again!
I just want to throw my finger up at the world right now. This weekend's plans are all fubarred. I'm getting worried about the housing situation in Portland, again. Now I call the stupid temp agency people and in order to work through them I need to take tests. Otay, so my degree means what? My 10 years of work experience means what? My references will mean what? Fuck that! I'm not belittling myself for a temp job! The whole point of a temp job is for the place of employment to "try" you out and see if you're a fit. The only reason I was going to go through one of those places is so that when I get there, I would be able to start ASAP, but that wouldn't be the case anyhow. So I won't go with a temp service, I just find that way too demeaning. Back to square one I go.
Now I don't know what we will do. We can't get an apartment until we have jobs and salaries to prove that we can pay our bills. We can't get jobs until we get up there and can interview. How in the Hell does anybody ever move? I'm so stressed out now! I feel like curling up into my little ball of ignoring the world and crying. Why can't the magic move fairie come and make it all work out? I don't want to be homeless. I don't want to have to worry about these things. I've got a great job where I am loved. I've got a place to live. Someone please remind me why I'm giving up these comforts?
Maybe the only way for this to work is for one of us to move up first, get an apartment and a job, while one stays here (probably me) and lives with my mom, to pay the bills up there. Once James gets a job up there, I can move up and then his income will support us until I get my job? Sounds like a horrible way to live, but I think that is the only way it can work now.
No matter what happens now, it will be the Pooplins.
Now I don't know what we will do. We can't get an apartment until we have jobs and salaries to prove that we can pay our bills. We can't get jobs until we get up there and can interview. How in the Hell does anybody ever move? I'm so stressed out now! I feel like curling up into my little ball of ignoring the world and crying. Why can't the magic move fairie come and make it all work out? I don't want to be homeless. I don't want to have to worry about these things. I've got a great job where I am loved. I've got a place to live. Someone please remind me why I'm giving up these comforts?
Maybe the only way for this to work is for one of us to move up first, get an apartment and a job, while one stays here (probably me) and lives with my mom, to pay the bills up there. Once James gets a job up there, I can move up and then his income will support us until I get my job? Sounds like a horrible way to live, but I think that is the only way it can work now.
No matter what happens now, it will be the Pooplins.