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Same Ole Shiz (S.O.S.)

Posted in Ex-Husband, Family Court, Job, Lesbian Dating, Parenting, Single Parent on March 24, 2010 by Just A Girl

I have totally fallen off the blogging wagon…perhaps it’s because I’m tired of being a Debbie Downer.  Here is my scoop:  I am still painfully unemployed and I’m still battling with my son’s father.  So now you can see why I’m kept away…it’s bitching about the same ole shiz.  The bright light in all of this is that I have hit 5 months seeing someone.  I suppose I haven’t been writing a ton about this either because it’s a little harder to “kiss and tell” once you’ve made it past phase 1 of the relationship.  With all that in mind, I’ll catch up and try not to be a massive Debbie Downer. 

I’ve been applying to jobs like a mad woman, but the jobs just aren’t there.  I had a job offer – FINALLY; but, it turned out to be a low-ball offer that wasn’t even worth coming off unemployment for.  They tried the smoke and mirrors number on me, but when I asked them to but it in writing…well, that was another story of course.  Then on Monday, I had another interview…for a job that likely would be more of a long office hours position.  Mid-way through the interview (out of the blue, I might add) my interviewer asks me, “Do you have any kids?  How old are they?”  Ok…I’ve been around the block long enough to know that it’s pretty damn illegal to ask that in an interview.  So, yeah, I didn’t get that job…a big ole fat case of mom discrimination. 

I’m having the same battles with Jack’s dad.  I really don’t know when he’ll tire of it all.  I have two court appearances next week with him – one in custody court and one in child support court – both initiated by him of course.  I am going to my damnest to convey to the judges that he’s a menace to both me and the court system…this is getting ridiculous.

And, as far as the relationship goes…things are truckin’ along.  I have totally put the relationship on the slow track, for several reasons.  Being unemployed, I’m not financially in a position to be who I want and need to be.  I want to buy flowers for my woman a lot, I want to wine and dine her, and woo her to no end.  However, when you don’t feel great about yourself, it’s hard to show your best to others. Also, there is the fact that we both have young kids.  That mos def slows things down.  But, anywho…she is quite “normal” in this time of chaos for me, and that has been a welcome relief.

Dear Santa…all I want for Christmas is a job

Posted in Ex-Husband, Job, Parenting, Single Parent on December 11, 2009 by Just A Girl

I had my 4th job interview scheduled with a company when I received this email:

I have some tough news, we lost our 2nd largest client on Monday which puts us in a difficult short-term financial situation to make a hiring decision.  I met with my CFO today and decided to circle back to the possibility first thing in 2010.  For the time being it is best if we cancel our next meeting.  We really enjoyed getting to know you and feel like you’d be an excellent fit here for several reasons.  While I hope you can successfully find a position before we are ready to move forward I would like to keep in touch in case our financial situation changes.  Thanks for taking the time to meet with us.  All the Best.

FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!  I have now been unemployed for 2 1/2 months.  As a single parent, that blew her savings wad on a new car a month before being laid off…I’m kinda fucked. 

Thankfully, my sweet little boy (yes, I have successfully eliminated the aggressive behavior…until he comes back from his next visit with Daddy O in 2 weeks), asked Santa for a pillow this year.  Yes, a pillow.  He is creating a “pillow monster” and is short 1 pillow for his creation.  So, I dodged a Nintendo…or some other outrageously overpriced holiday toy.  Phew!  (Yes, Santa got him a little something else too).

So back to where I was…I’m really trying hard not to lose faith that there is a job out there for me soon, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult as the holiday is right around the corner.  This mama is going to have to suck it up and ask my family for some financial help again.  I am tremendously thankful I have them, but they aren’t “ballin'” either…so this isn’t exactly my proudest moment.

Priceless

Posted in Job, Lesbian Dating on October 22, 2009 by Just A Girl

Interview tomorrow morning…good salary.

Interview tomorrow afternoon…great schedule.

First date with a fabulous woman tomorrow night…priceless!

Lesson Learned from Interview #1

Posted in Family Court, Job, Parenting on October 8, 2009 by Just A Girl

Aside from family court appearances, job interviews have got to be the worst thing EVER!  They are just so painful.  “I’m great at this…I’m great at that…yada, yada.”  I wish you could just say, “Call my references…I’m not an idiot!  Are there a ton of d-bags at your company, because if so – I’ll pass.”  Wouldn’t life be so much easier?  

I had my first post-lay off interview this morning.  I woke up extra early so that I could be assured that the coffee was fully pumping through my veins come interview time of 8:30am.  Even the pre-interview ritual of deciding what to wear is painful.  I have a couple of tattoos and I always question whether I should purposely hide them in an initial interview.  I decided the answer to this was yes today.  I was all dolled up (with a long sleeve to cover the wrist tat and long pants to cover the ankle and foot tats) and ready to go.  I asked Jack, “Do I look ok?”  His answer, “You should change your necklace.”  He was so totally right.  I just love my little mini-fashionista.  So I changed the necklace and was out the door.  

We had the interview at a coffee shop.  A few minutes into the interview I realized the combo of a long-sleeve sweater, hot coffee, and nerves was going to make for a very wet interview.  I’m a total nervous sweater.  I felt the sweat begin to bead on my forehead, at which point I decided the sweater had to come off.  It was either sweat profusely and risk a bead creeping down the side of my face, or expose the tat.  Tat’s it was.  

Any who…I have not interviewed (aside from 1st dates, which BTW are far less painful than job interviews in my opinion) in a very long time.  I stumbled a few times (and totally pitted out), which is to be expected with my first one out of the gate – but, all in all – not too bad. 

Lesson learned from interview #1 – don’t bother covering up who I really am, because looking like a sweaty pig is going to make for a far worse first impression.

 

 sweaty pig

We got the funk!

Posted in Ex-Husband, Family Court, Job on October 5, 2009 by Just A Girl

Whoa…I’m in a funk.  I knew unemployment would set it, and it has – in a big way.  

On a happy note – mediation went fabulous.  So really I couldn’t be happier about that.  (I shit you not that I started to black out twice – I saw the sparkly stars  in the middle of it – but I collected myself and pulled through it.)   When you’re negotiating with a narcissist it’s all about role playing.  If they think you are defeated, then you can get them to agree to just about anything.  After the last 4 ½ years…at least I’ve learned this.  

Back to unemployment…it hasn’t even been a week, but wowsa I’m ready to get back to work.  After I had my son, I worked from home for the first year.  I learned at that time, I am someone that has to actually “go” to work.  I mean…shower, get fancied up, and get out of the house.  Once again, I find myself staying in my jammies until noon.  And, coincidently my flat iron crapped out on my first day of unemployment – the irony.  

I will pull myself out of this funk – I always do.  So here’s to appreciating the time off…and, finding my dream job ASAP.  (Ok, I’ll accept “a job” at this point…who are we kidding.)

Leaving It On The Field

Posted in Job on September 18, 2009 by Just A Girl

I am obsessed with Fantasy Football.  I am in a league at my job…I mean, at my former job.  And, might I add that I am a reigning champion. 

So…the day after my lay-off (they were kind enough to give me two weeks notice of my lay-off, so I’m still at work for a bit), I pass the head boss lady in the hall.  She immediately puts her head down and walks away.  Then about a minute later I get this text:  I want to talk to u, but I will just start crying.  Can we grab lunch next week?  Ok, I’m not so sure what to think about this.  I understand that she feels guilty, but its business – I get that.  But, what I don’t understand is not owning up and facing the outcome of your decision.  Hmmmm….anyway, I’ll get over that.

Back to where I was…out of all the people that I have to play this week in Fantasy Football?  You guessed it – the boss lady.   I mean, smack talk is half the fun.  I suppose I will abstain this week, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t really, really, really want to throw out a little side wager:  You lose…I keep my job?  You lose…I get to keep my health insurance? 

Some how or another, I don’t think she would find that too funny.  I guess I will just have to settle for victory on the field this week.

Your Timing is Impeccable

Posted in Ex-Husband, Family Court, Job on September 17, 2009 by Just A Girl

If it’s not one thing, it’s a mother fuckin’ other. 

On Monday I had Family Support Court (child support court) with my ex-husband.  I think I’ve already established my extreme hatred for appearing in court.  I would rather have diarrhea for two days than appear in court for 10 minutes.  Anyway, the reason we were there is because he’s still requesting to have his child support obligation suspended indefinitely.  The end result of this visit to hell (I mean court) – he continues to successfully hide his income from the courts (a challenge when you are trying to collect child support from the “self-employed”). 

Fast forward two days – I get laid off from my job that I’ve had for the past 3+ years.   The shitty part (well, one of the shitty parts) is that my gut told me to go to my boss and ask him if I was going to be laid off soon, as this would be vital information for my court hearing.  I should have trusted my gut and asked, but I didn’t.  Now I have to go BACK to hell again…AND I WAS JUST FUCKING THERE ON MONDAY!  Argh.

Even though I suspected something like this was a possibility, denial kept me from doing anything about it.  So now, here I am again…unemployed, broke, and quite frankly a little pissed off!