I wish I could be working more, but that's not much of reality between sluggish hiring, resume/application rejections, and the economy around here. But damn, at least I'm limiting my exposure to sick people that way. The flu is really blowing up this season. Makes me glad I'm not out there with the coughing, sneezing masses. JFC. Like a lot of people, I can't get sick. No insurance, no money for urgent care.

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Still trying to keep my head above water. This has been a brutal year for myself and so many people I know. Finding work has been nearly impossible; the time of year combined with the lack of jobs has made things extra shitty around here. My boss came right and out said he doesn't care much about tax season, which is typically a peak time of year for us both. That leaves me with the impression he has no fucks left to give with respect to whether or not he makes any money.

Well, I have fucks left to give, and if things don't improve, I will be giving those fucks from a shelter somewhere.
Noelle is picking up on my anxiety and is acting out. I can't even type without her attacking my arms. I'm anxious, panicking and crying a lot. I need to find work, and fast. Something close to home in case the car craps out I can still get there.

This is not how I wanted to spend the holiday.
I just don't want to be in a shelter at this time next year. I don't do drugs, I'm not a battered woman, I don't have kids, and I'm not an alcoholic, so I doubt there are even any shelters for people like me who don't have those issues but who ended up without housing nonetheless. There is forced religion, no pets, and forced job searches for shitty low-wage jobs that don't pay enough to gaurantee long-term housing security; that is life in the vast majority of shelters around here. 

Please hope I don't end up even having to think about those things.

The rains that we have had are a perfect metaphor, because I'm sinking. I've been draggin' my feet on making this post for so many reasons, primarily because I know so many of you are hurting, too. Here it is, at the prompting of cathouse_mary

First, I'll cut to the chase because I'm that kind of person. As some of you know, my boss ran out of money earlier in the month because his clients have not been paying him(he is( The times, they suck!Collapse )

Just wanted to post this so folks outside of LJ or my friends list could see this, per cathouse_mary =)

First off, Noelle:

EDIT: Noelle had a surgical consult on 12/14/2012. The surgeon figured Noelle's problems stem from either 1. left-over ovarian tissue from being spayed last March, and that is causing all her symptoms, including the prolapse. 2. the prolopses could be caused by an intestinal issue separate from the "girl stuff" or 3. a combination of both. Noelle had a midnight ER visit on 12?14, followed by another vet visit later that morning with our regular vet. She was fast-tracked to the sugeon after that. Her surgery will cost anywhere between $1500-1800, and there is a remaining balance with my vet's office. Even though a local org. contributed toward that, there is still a balance due to Noelle's visit there on Friday.  I can provide both surgeon's and vet's office info for anyone who is interested. There is also a ChipIn for Noelle that I will launch on Facebook at the suggestion of a few donors.

To the donors who have contributed in the past week..Noelle and I thank you. <3
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The auto show afterglow didn't last long. Returned to school to gear up for finals. Found out yesterday that David, my boss has no money at present because his clients haven't been able to pay him. Sooo....that means no money to pay me. I just about crashed Craigslist last night applying for another job. Good luck with that at the end of the year. Also posted ads for tutoring, editing, and term paper proof/edit services.

Fuck...my....life.

I don't want to speak too soon, but I got His Orangeness to finally eat something substantial. I had to go to the store, so I picked up a few can of the stinkiest, fishiest food I could find and crossed my fingers.


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Albert recovered well enough from his overall wonkiness last week(probable small stroke), but he now has a cold or some really nasty allergies. He sniffled and snuffled all night. I hit the store last night at 9:30 to get him some Chlor-trimeton, but forgot the key ingredient: baby food. I ran back out this a.m., brought the stuff home, mashed up 1/2 tablet into a fine powder and gave it to His Orangeness.
"Oh, please. I know you're drugging me, Mom. Not gonna eat it. Nope. Hell no!"
*sigh*
He sends sneezes and purrs to my f-list.