Where Laughter Meets Lunacy

Yup.

So, I haven’t really posted here in a while. Partly because no one reads this, partly because I’ve been addicted to Facebook…

But just to keep no one updated here is how things have been going.

I have a job that pays good and has great benefits, and also happens to suck so much monkey nuts that I have had to go on multiple medications, see a counselor, lose weight, and cry before work half the time. Yep, IT FUCKING SUCKS ASS!! The job itself wouldn’t be so bad if the company didn’t put so much pressure on the employees as far as metrics and “numbers” go. Customer service means you take care of the customer and do what’s best for them while also looking out for the company right? Well, not so much here. Nothing you do is ever good enough here and even when you get told about something you do right there seems to always be a “but…” that follows so shoot your self esteem right back down to the ground before it evens makes it completely off. I now have one more day left in my work week and it’s currently not even 4pm yet but I have brought an entire bottle of wine and a plastic cup up to my cave and currently my hands are tingling from alcohol. I probably should have eaten something first. I also probably should not really be drinking according to my Rx bottle but I don’t know what else to do at this point. I have never been so unhappy at a job ever, and didn’t know it was even possible to feel this bad about your job. Thanks for that, jackasses! Time to pour some more wine…

It’s been so long since I’ve logged into my blog I’m amazed I even remembered the correct password on the first try. I am trying to stay semi-positive about life but sometimes it is harder than others. I know I really don’t have any right to complain, I am a lot better off than some people, still, it’s hard sometimes. I have a wonderful husband, two great cats, despite the fact they are moody and downright cantankerous (I don’t usual use those big fancy words, but it’s a fun one) at times. I have a loving, supportive family, and a great dad who is currently supporting me and previously mentioned wonderful husband and cantankerous cat children. I am not normally the type of person to ask for help or have others take care of me, so this past year has been very difficult for me to deal with. I am so very thankful for my dad taking us all in and taking care of us, but at the same time I feel like a horrible useless freeloader. I have been applying for job after job, all of which I am more than qualified for, but have yet to land anything. I try to avoid the jobs closely linked with family members just because I don’t know how long we will be here and I don’t want to let anyone down if we decide to up and move away in the near future. People keep telling me it’s just the economy but at times it’s hard not to think maybe I just suck somehow and no one wants me. I have literally been blown off by two companies now, it gets to the point where they just don’t return calls.  So here I sit, on another cold cloudy Oregon morning, sitting in front on my computer with tears running down my face. I don’t even know what to do anymore. I have just finished another online application, maybe this one will be the one. I also wonder sometimes if maybe my aunt and uncle are right, maybe this inability to land a job is a sign that we just shouldn’t be here, we need to get out of the valley and start fresh somewhere new. Everyone knows we don’t want to live here forever, we had just hoped to be able to save up and plan for our next move, unlike the last one where we fled like murder witnesses just to make it out alive. Come this June Dave and I will have been married for 3 years. It’s been a non-stop roller coaster ride of joy and heartache. Unlike most some couples the heartache doesn’t come from our relationship though, it’s all from non-marital sources. I don’t think I could have survived these last few years without Dave, he helps keep me sane and doesn’t let me forget that everything will be fine someday, we just have to make it through these rough patches of road. When I am bored and down I look at houses for sale online and dream of one day having a house of our very own for the cats to play in, and hopefully human children as well someday. I haven’t quite decided if this is good or not, it does inspire me to get there, but also depresses me because we are far from there. Sometimes Most of the time I just want to run away and start over somewhere new, but then I feel bad for the family I would be leaving behind. I appreciate all they have down for us and I would miss them so much, but I just want a fresh start, a new place where the bad memories of various parts of my past might stop haunting me. Not to say there aren’t any good memories here, it’s just the bad ones are the ones that forever haunt me in my nightmares. I just want us to be happy. And I don’t want to be a burden to the people I love. Reading one plus two inspires me to up and take off, but then I remind myself that her move was long thought out and well planned, I would just be flying by the seat of my pants, something I have been doing a lot of lately though I suppose.  I listen to this song way too much also. I mean hell, we’ve already up and ran off to try and start over once, of course that was a truly horrific experience, but wherever we choose to go next can’t possibly be as awful as that whole thing was. *knocks on wood* At least I got to meet a few great people down there in CA, although not the ones I expected. Well I’ve been up for a few hours now and have yet to make it more than 3 feet from the bed so I suppose I will end this here for now and go make some tea, hit the shower, etc. Maybe I will  have an epiphany in the shower and all answers for what to do in life will come rushing into my poor, tired, scrambled brain, heh.