Bleh

I think that acknowledging this has made it worse. My heart's been acting up all morning, and it is icky. I have made an appointment with my doctor for Monday morning, and have found out that Mom is on Thyroxine, which is for hypothyroidism, which can be related to this, so I have something to tell my doctor when I see her.

Now if I can just find out about assistance in paying for it, I'll be golden. I just can't ask my parents for any more money. They've given me so much money since I lost my job last year, and even though I'm currently paying every bill but one, that one bill is the $500 debt-consolidation loan payment. So they've probably given me over $10,000 in the past 18 months.

I hate this. I absolutely hate this. I have been working since I was 16 years old, and I babysat for years before that (yes, despite my loathing for children). From the time I turned 16 until I turned 18 I had summer jobs, because Mom & Dad didn't want me working during the school year. When I went to college, I got a part-time job and had a part-time job with more hours in the summer for every semester of college except the one where my car had been totalled right after I quit a job because he wanted me to change my class schedule to fit his work needs.

After graduating from Purdue in May of 1998 I worked 30 hours a week until January of 1999, when I got my first full-time job. From that point until April of 2006 I worked full-time constantly, except for about a month and a half between the Linden job ending and the Frankfort job starting.

Now, that said, I confess that I don't like working full-time. I frequently joke that I was meant to be an heiress, and I definitely enjoyed the time I spent drawing unemployment and just working around the house. But the thing is, I have always paid my own way. I don't like taking money from my parents. I don't like having to approach my dad for money to cover things. I mean, the man dropped almost $600 on tires for me this summer and about $250 for brakes, as well as covering all my regular expenses.

To be honest, I didn't like turning 30 while unemployed, but I'm not liking my 31st birthday much better right now.

The good news is that there's a full-time job opening here where I've been temping, and it's a pretty high-ranked job, but D--- (who supervises both me and the open position) has told N---- that she would consider me an inside applicant for the job. It's crappy hours for most people, because it's weekend night-shift. For me, who voluntarily stayed up until 6 am and slept until 1 pm or so, during the unemployment months, the hours would be ideal. (Of course, I still haven't managed to catch her when she's not busy to talk to her myself.) Those hours are what may give me a fighting chance at the job. Very few people are actually going to want to jump into that job. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that.

Regarding my birthday, Mom's been telling me I have to decide what we're doing. Well, in the meantime she's apparently been prodding at Dad about a plan that she has. So I told her what idea I came up with, and she said she couldn't tell me what she has in mind. So I said she gets to pick. Which means I have absolutely no idea what we're doing tomorrow or this weekend.

I did get a birthday card from Gedna, with $20 in it. She wrote my first and last name, and then "I love you" but didn't sign it. So I thought that was pretty good. But then I found out that she called Dad this weekend to find out if she'd missed his birthday. I would have thought he'd told her no, she sent him a card back in August when it was. But this week he got a card from her in the mail that said, "I hope your birthday left. Love you. Mom." And had another $20 in it. So he netted $40 out of her Alzheimer's this year. (Then again I suppose that makes up for last year when he didn't get a card or a happy birthday at all, when he took her out for lunch on his birthday.)

*sigh* Life sucks a lot of the time doesn't it?

Bleh

I think that acknowledging this has made it worse. My heart's been acting up all morning, and it is icky. I have made an appointment with my doctor for Monday morning, and have found out that Mom is on Thyroxine, which is for hypothyroidism, which can be related to this, so I have something to tell my doctor when I see her.

Now if I can just find out about assistance in paying for it, I'll be golden. I just can't ask my parents for any more money. They've given me so much money since I lost my job last year, and even though I'm currently paying every bill but one, that one bill is the $500 debt-consolidation loan payment. So they've probably given me over $10,000 in the past 18 months.

I hate this. I absolutely hate this. I have been working since I was 16 years old, and I babysat for years before that (yes, despite my loathing for children). From the time I turned 16 until I turned 18 I had summer jobs, because Mom & Dad didn't want me working during the school year. When I went to college, I got a part-time job and had a part-time job with more hours in the summer for every semester of college except the one where my car had been totalled right after I quit a job because he wanted me to change my class schedule to fit his work needs.

After graduating from Purdue in May of 1998 I worked 30 hours a week until January of 1999, when I got my first full-time job. From that point until April of 2006 I worked full-time constantly, except for about a month and a half between the Linden job ending and the Frankfort job starting.

Now, that said, I confess that I don't like working full-time. I frequently joke that I was meant to be an heiress, and I definitely enjoyed the time I spent drawing unemployment and just working around the house. But the thing is, I have always paid my own way. I don't like taking money from my parents. I don't like having to approach my dad for money to cover things. I mean, the man dropped almost $600 on tires for me this summer and about $250 for brakes, as well as covering all my regular expenses.

To be honest, I didn't like turning 30 while unemployed, but I'm not liking my 31st birthday much better right now.

The good news is that there's a full-time job opening here where I've been temping, and it's a pretty high-ranked job, but D--- (who supervises both me and the open position) has told N---- that she would consider me an inside applicant for the job. It's crappy hours for most people, because it's weekend night-shift. For me, who voluntarily stayed up until 6 am and slept until 1 pm or so, during the unemployment months, the hours would be ideal. (Of course, I still haven't managed to catch her when she's not busy to talk to her myself.) Those hours are what may give me a fighting chance at the job. Very few people are actually going to want to jump into that job. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that.

Regarding my birthday, Mom's been telling me I have to decide what we're doing. Well, in the meantime she's apparently been prodding at Dad about a plan that she has. So I told her what idea I came up with, and she said she couldn't tell me what she has in mind. So I said she gets to pick. Which means I have absolutely no idea what we're doing tomorrow or this weekend.

I did get a birthday card from Gedna, with $20 in it. She wrote my first and last name, and then "I love you" but didn't sign it. So I thought that was pretty good. But then I found out that she called Dad this weekend to find out if she'd missed his birthday. I would have thought he'd told her no, she sent him a card back in August when it was. But this week he got a card from her in the mail that said, "I hope your birthday left. Love you. Mom." And had another $20 in it. So he netted $40 out of her Alzheimer's this year. (Then again I suppose that makes up for last year when he didn't get a card or a happy birthday at all, when he took her out for lunch on his birthday.)

*sigh* Life sucks a lot of the time doesn't it?