Well, as much as I'd like to pop on here and bellow on and on about how wonderful life is and I have a new job and all that -- no. No, that isn't going to happen today. Ya know, it's funny -- years of schooling, 2 degrees and a $48,000 school loan in WV means "We can't hire you . . . you're overqualified!"
Strange thing is I just want a job. Hell, at this point I'd take one that didn't pay what I'm worth. Just to have an income and some benefits would be nice. In fact, I'm considering applying at some fast-food place, but I know what the result will be. "Overqualified!" Plus, who am I kidding. I'd would be bored and probably not work as good as I could, thus justifying their dismissal of me. And then I'll have the glory of having been fired from someplace like McDonald's to add to my honor.
On top of all that, school started yesterday here in the mountains. The Princess brought home the standard "3-million-sheets-of-medical-papers-for-me-to-fill-out-cause-the-school-can't-be-bothered-to-keep-this-shit-from-year-to-year" crap I've filled out, for 2 kids, for the last 10 years. ( Not at the same time, or the same kids, but you know what I mean. ) Gawd, I loathe that crap.
Also, my food stamps got "approved" yesterday. I applied about a month ago, and the State finally got around to sending me my notification. Now, I get . . . wait for it . . . $29 whole dollars a month for a household of 3 to live off of. Nom, nom. Idiots. The problem is, legally I'm only "responsible", as the state sees it, for 1 person. Me. I'm the only one I can claim on my taxes. Not my roommate, and not the Princess. ( She "belongs" to MX2. ) So now I have to go and argue with the State and see about getting this fixed. Bah!
At time my head feels like it's going to explode.