02 February 2013

My poor Sunshine

He so wants me to be happy. Which means it has been hard on him lately. He asks how my day was and I sign about how boring it was, and how there is nothing at all worth watching on any of the thousands of channels of satellite teevee we have.

I should probably stop saying these things to him. I should probably just be grateful that he gives me the opportunity to NOT have to take a job that tries to suck out my soul. Well, I AM grateful, I just need to let him know that.

I mean, when it's so financially strained that we don't know exactly what we're going to do about groceries, I doubt he needs the additional stress of listening to me bitch about being bored as shit all day while he works. (wow, when I read it like that, I really feel like a total shitheel.)

The possible good news here is that I might have a lead on a job that would start in a few weeks. It certainly isn't a glamorous job, but it is a job that I think would be a good fit for me. What's not to like about working walking distance from my house four days a week? So keep your fingers crossed or fling glitter or say a little prayer or whatever it is you do when someone needs a little luck/help from above, please?


  1. Ooooooh, I'm already sending my best wishes thoughts your way, and will do so every single day. <3

  2. *tosses glitter in the air* Good luck! I hope you get the job.

  3. I'm flinging glitter your way! I know what you mean, Cindy. It's hard not to gripe about doing nothing. I'm grateful for not having to work but I want the ability to be able to work. Being sick sucks but I'm grateful we are able to afford me staying home right now while I'm sick. I feel your Satellite Blues. Hugs!!

    1. Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I'm paying these satellite provider assholes for, anyway