Monday, March 30, 2009

Maybe I'm Crazy

Stop me if I'm wrong here, but when you pay someone to watch your child for you, they should be at the designated spot for drop off when you get there to drop said child off for care.

Twice now in as many weeks when I arrived at my day care providers house to drop off my child, she was not home. When it happened for the second time on Friday, I waited for more than 30 minutes for her to return to her house, but she never showed up, and she never even called to tell me what happened. She ended up shooting herself in the foot on that one, because I had her check for the week, and she didn't get paid because she flaked out on me.

This was her second chance that most people felt she didn't deserve, and I'm sorry to say that after more than two years of her watching my daughter, we will have to find someone else. This is unacceptable. She says she depends on the income, but I depend on the ability to drop my daughter off in the morning for a few hours, and I'm not going to pay her if she's not doing her job. Plain and simple.

The other thing that yanks my chain is that I was laid off, and she still wants me to pay the full weekly price to "Hold my spot" for when I find another job. What? I don't have that kind of cash anymore. I don't have a job!

But, C'est la vie...

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Happiness Is A Good Plum

After all those horribly sad and depressing posts, I need something to make me smile, and you want to come back and read some more.

I love Janet Evanovich's books. She has a series about Stephanie Plum, a bond enforcement agent who lives in Trenton, NJ. Stephanie is only good at her job because of dumb luck and bull-headed persistence. Oh, and a little help from her friends. It never fails that when I read a Plum book, I will laugh out loud, and cause people to look at me as if I have lost my mind.

I just finished reading Plum Spooky, and it did not disappoint. I'm sure there were several strange looks from the people on the treadmills around me, but I didn't notice. It was a great book, and a quick read.

Now, I'm happy to say...C'est la vie.

Wow, can we say "Shitty Day" boys and girls?

Good Job!! I knew you could!

So, after not working on Monday, I get a text saying I don't need to work today either (I only work two days a week, so that means no work at all this week, and a really small paycheck next Friday). Then a few hours later, I get a phone call, yes you read that correctly a phone call, telling me that I don't have a job anymore. Classy.

So here I am, without warning, unemployed.

Then to put the cherry on top of my day, on the way home, I'm in a car accident. No damage to my car, and just a few scratches on her bumper, but of course, it was a white car, and she had just had the bumper fixed, so they were so nice and visible. I'm hoping we won't have to involve insurance, but my gut is saying she does this a lot, and she will suddenly have all kinds of injuries tomorrow.

Yeah!! Super awesome day!!

C'est la vie........

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Death and Taxes

Two things that are unavoidable. True, people still try to avoid and cheat them, but it all catches up to you in the end.

I had my rabbit put down a few weeks ago. I'd had him for 10 years, and it was a hard decision to make, but as a pet owner, it was inevitable. I put it off for a while, but after a few months, it became clear that I wasn't doing it for him, I was doing it for me, and that's when I knew it was time. My husband prepared the grave, and I took him to the vet (the rabbit, not my husband, just to be clear). It was quick, and painless, for him anyway. Me, I was a mess. My chest hurt, I couldn't breathe, I was crying so hard I couldn't see. Not a good morning.

Later that week, I got some news about my dad.

Quick background, my dad left my Mum while she was out of town for a week last summer. He has told my brothers that it's all her fault, and other heinous lies about how she mistreated him, and they not only believe the lies, but they tell their friends and the rest of the family these lies like they are gospel. He has also stopped talking to me, and generally become a giant ass due in no small part to his continued mistreatment and abuse directed a my Mum. The reasons for all of this are still unknown to myself, and everyone else in the family (my brothers may know, but since I disagree with the way dad's behaving, they won't talk to me).

At a support hearing my Mum was informed by the defense attorney that dad was in the hospital, and may need open heart surgery. Honestly, when she told me, I felt nothing. I was more upset over the loss of my bunny than I was over the news of my dad's health. I guess he had been in there a week already, and no one bothered to call me or my Mum. I'm sure I sound callous, but I can't help it. I've cried so much over him since last June. I've been up until 4 am more nights than I can count, and spent so many endless hours on the Internet trying to find him, and all this time, he could have just picked up the phone and called me.

But he didn't.

So I've done what I have to to protect myself and to protect my daughter. I can't live my life trying to get back into someone else's.

Ah well...C'est la vie...........


Ok, you may not believe this, but just a few weeks ago, I had never bloged before. Ever. In my entire life. Shocking I know, but try to calm yoursef so that you can continue reading.

I'm now starting my second blog because flotsom and jetsom from my life was getting in the way of me being able to post on my exercise blog. Here I can vent about the general unfairness of life, and get it all out of my system then switch to my fitness blog and post about how awesome my workout was and how many calories I burned in one hour on the treadmill. I'll have plenty of time to do lots of posting since I was just released from my job today. Oh yes, you will hear all about that soon enough...