Domestic Geek

I'm so sick of bad stuff happening.

I've had a cyst in my private area for about a week. It hurt so bad, I could hardly walk. A couple of days ago, it finally popped (ewww, I know), but the relief from pain was awesome. The very next day, I got symptoms of a yeast infection. It isn't full-blown yet, but since I have no cash to get medication until I get a check from that loser old boss of mine, that's only a matter of time. Last night while getting into bed, we discovered the stupid waterbed had popped yet another tube. I spent the night sleeping really close to Marcus on his side while trying to stay off the wet, uneven side. I'm so sick of dealing with a waterbed. I was really hoping this one would last until we could afford to get a Select Comfort bed (they sell a model which will fit in our waterbed frame). We can't afford to get one now, even if they offer payments, since I don't have a job.

My grace period on my license plates expires tomorrow and I don't have enough money to renew them. My brakes are still bad. I need new tires.

Still no calls for interviews. WTF?

Grrrrr, dammit!

No, not on my computer. With me. I had somewhere I wanted to go today after I showered. Well, here I am, all shower fresh, and I can't remember where the hell it was I had intended to go! LAME!

So, what am I doing blogging right now when I'm supposed to be at the job I didn't want to go to in the first place? Nobody there to let me in yet again. There's no point calling the guy because I only have the office number. He's so paranoid that he won't give out his cell number. This may be the last straw. I'll see what I do when I calm down, but I almost left an "I Quit" note on his door. The only thing that stopped me was that I had absolutely no paper whatsoever in the car. Hmph. What a joke. No wonder he can't keep any designers aorund...that's the most unprofessional place I think I've ever worked. I've decided that I'll take any job now, even if it's not in a graphic design/web field. Except deliver pizzas. Since the old car needs work, I can't do that. Is anybody hiring at all that pays at least $12? I know they're hiring CSRs where Marcus works. Maybe I should give that a try. It couldn't suck more than the jobs I've had in the past. His company offers paid benefits. It's relatively close. I don't know what kind of money they make, though. We'll see.

At least I got my wish...I'll clean and balance my checkbook now.

ljcfyi had a link for Pumpkin Ice Cream that sounds intriguing. Maybe I'll try some for Thanksgiving. I'd better be employed and able to afford ingredients by then!

*sigh*

I really, really don't want to go to work today. I'm still really angry over the way he treated me last Friday. I don't get paid enough to take that kind of abuse. I'm also in a house-cleaning mood. Those don't happen very often. I'm sure the mood will be gone by the time I get home. I also haven't balanced my bank account since before I lost my job back in July. It's not hard to keep track of so little money, but it's still a chore that needs to be done.

I really need to clean all of the duplicate crap off of my computer and burn my Platt stuff to DVD. I've got so many incarnations of projects cluttering my disk space. I really need to get a backup routine established, but I've got so much duplicate data that I need to purge first.

Marcus and I have almost everything out of storage. The majority of what is left is trash—we just have to haul it out of there. We'll definitely be out by the end of the month, though. Yay!

Send me job finding vibes this week. I could really use them.

Feeling a little dreary today. It's cold, it's cloudy and I've got cramps. Yuck. I'm tempted to go crawl back into bed and warm up.

My boss is psycho. He got pissy with me yesteday because the client's ad he wanted me to update used fonts not installed on my machine and I asked on which machine the ad had been created so I could either do the revision on that machine or copy the font to my machine. He snapped at me, "Nevermind, I'll make the changes myself." Geez, like it's my fault you've got different fonts on all your damned machines. You're also not a designer, so I know you couldn't do it yourself. If you could, you woudln't need to pay us. Loser. Can't wait until I don't work there anymore.

I rented those Firefly discs to check out. I've gotten through one episode and I'm not impressed so far. In fact, I'm quite bored by it. If I haven't changed my opinion by the time I'm though with the first disc, I'm sending both discs back and removing the rest from my queue. Time is too precious to waste on stuff that doesn't interest me.

All right...I'll think I'll head over to The Container Store instead of going to bed. I need to see how much it costs to get some racks to better utilize space in my cabinets. I'm tired of all of the wasted space above my mugs.