I Got Laid

Off... that is. Having been employed by a wonderful company for 4+ years, I am the latest to fall victim to the housing crisis. I think I've literally said this a thousand times, but I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I didn't fuck up the economy causing thousands to lose their jobs and/or homes. But oh well, what can you do?

It all went down on Monday. I took the news pretty fucking well. I went into my office, packed up all the smack I've been acquiring over the past couple years and headed home. I cried a bit when I got to the house. This is quite a big shock after all. My Man consoled me when he got home and suggested I take a few weeks to a month off work. I'm liking this idea. Damn he's a good man.

Surprisingly enough, I did not spend Tuesday in bed. I cleaned, organized, and made space in the laundry room so My Man would have a place to put his tools (Call me if you have any car problems. I'm now the proud owner of an air compressor, battery recharger thing, a drill that I can hardly pick up and a ton of tools whose use I cannot imagine.). Having avoided my unemployment issue for over a day, I decided to sit down that afternoon and take a look at my finances. Fortunately, I planned for a rainy day quite sometime ago. Fuck a few weeks - I don't anticipate (or have to) go back to work until September.

I will never have an opportunity like this again. I finally have time to really get my house in working order. I'll have time to go and help Grandma. There's a ton of shit she wants done at her house and she can't do them alone. She's also getting old. I'll be able to spend quality time with her, extra time that I would have had no other way.

So believe it or not, all is well. My only concern is that I've been very upbeat the past few days. VERY upbeat. My only fear is that I crash.

I've been collecting blogging material and should be updating this here site more frequently (for realz dis time).

I love My Man. He and I have so much in common, especially the fact we hate being (semi) working class people who seemed to get fucked at every turn. Anyone who knows me has heard me rant and rave about property taxes, income taxes, sales taxes, gas taxes, cigarette taxes (Institute a stupidity tax and our nation would flourish.). He and I were thumbing through the junk mail and came across this piece of advertisement(?) for a job fair (ironic huh?) which appears to be sponsored by a Senator in our area. Homeboy's working for Job Creation, Economic Growth AND Lower Gas Prices. Usually I'd says hells to the ya but then there was the fine print.

Fuckers.

Gotta give props where props is due - Holla' at My Man for pointing this out.