I went to Job Service. The employment chick was very encouraging. I'm "doing everything right." That's nice. Trouble is, there aren't any jobs. Well, unless I want to be a bartender. Or if I were a carpenter. There are a few minimum-wage jobs here and there... I could be a porta-toilet mover! Quote from job posting: "A sense of humor helps in this fast-moving business." I got three referrals for low-paying clerical jobs. Fuck. I'll whip up résumés and cover letters for those tonight.
I went to the mandatory orientation meeting for Public Housing and Section 8 vouchers. The waiting list is 6 months to 2 years. More usually 2 years. Unless I can get creepass to sign a paper saying that Eliza is with me 51% of the time, she can't have her own bedroom. She's not allowed to share a room with the boys under The Regulations, so she'll have to share with me. He absolutely will not sign the paper, because then he'd lose the food stamps he gets because of her.
My minivan is acting weird. It keeps dying when I start it, unless I give it a lot of gas. It keeps doing the "I don't want to be running right now" thing for about a minute after I start driving, and I worry that it'll die at intersections.
Fuck. Fucking economy. Fucking Bush for cutting social programs. Fucking everything.
At 5:30 I'm taking the kids to a potluck for staff & volunteers of the YWCA, so I can meet everyone and start getting set up for volunteering at the battered women & children's shelter. Hopefully I'll stop crying by then.
On the bright side, I amazed everyone with my very-high score on the spelling test at Job Service. I finished the ten minute test in two minutes. 45 words, one error. I'm bummed over the error, of course... I should have known that one. Too bad nobody will pay me for being a spelling-bee champ.
I went to the mandatory orientation meeting for Public Housing and Section 8 vouchers. The waiting list is 6 months to 2 years. More usually 2 years. Unless I can get creepass to sign a paper saying that Eliza is with me 51% of the time, she can't have her own bedroom. She's not allowed to share a room with the boys under The Regulations, so she'll have to share with me. He absolutely will not sign the paper, because then he'd lose the food stamps he gets because of her.
My minivan is acting weird. It keeps dying when I start it, unless I give it a lot of gas. It keeps doing the "I don't want to be running right now" thing for about a minute after I start driving, and I worry that it'll die at intersections.
Fuck. Fucking economy. Fucking Bush for cutting social programs. Fucking everything.
At 5:30 I'm taking the kids to a potluck for staff & volunteers of the YWCA, so I can meet everyone and start getting set up for volunteering at the battered women & children's shelter. Hopefully I'll stop crying by then.
On the bright side, I amazed everyone with my very-high score on the spelling test at Job Service. I finished the ten minute test in two minutes. 45 words, one error. I'm bummed over the error, of course... I should have known that one. Too bad nobody will pay me for being a spelling-bee champ.
More to cry about *sighs*
Date: 2003-07-30 12:25 pm (UTC)I pray every night that this evil freak will be flushed out of office in 2004, but I'm starting to lose hope. *sighs*
Re: More to cry about *sighs*
Date: 2003-07-30 01:26 pm (UTC)Economy schmonomy, we have to make sure the homos don't get married! Get on that right away!
Idiocy.
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Date: 2003-07-30 03:31 pm (UTC)I suppose it would be tough to relocate because of the exs' claims on the children? Not that the economy is all bright and shiny out here, either. But if you're interested in applying for work out here, Seattle would love to have you. :)
*ahem* Da Wren, speaking for all of Seattle, of course.
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Date: 2003-07-30 07:05 pm (UTC)Sucks.
It would probably be easier to find programming work in Seattle, huh? :-\
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Date: 2003-07-30 07:11 pm (UTC)Not sure what to say
Date: 2003-08-01 08:12 am (UTC)Because we KNOW there are options out there - we know we could be making choices for our children that would benefit them. But we don't have the right to do it. How fucked up is that? How totally bass-akwards is the entire Fathers Rights thing, when it turns every decision into a battle of the wills instead of positive consideration of a childs future welfare? Some people just don't deserve the 50/50 time/money thing and that's all there is to it. Poverty would be easier to handle on it's own if we were IN CONTROL OF OUR LIVES. Instead it's poverty and bondage to a situation that is not conducive to the mental health of anyone involved.
Whoops. I guess I did know what I wanted to say.
As to the minivan - I had that happen and then it started overheating and ended up costing about $500. Better to fix it before it breaks totally. If I could just remember what they fixed... I'm so not mechanical. Something was leaking. :-/ I've sold that van - so I can't go look at the paperwork.
Holding you in the Light - hoping things will get better.
Re: Not sure what to say
Date: 2003-08-01 08:06 pm (UTC)I was wondering if the heat had anything to do with the sudden van-weirdness. If I'm running errands, it doesn't do it the second (or whateverth) time I start it.. just the first start of the morning.
I'll ask some car-guy-type friends about it. I can't afford to take it in right now, as I'm flat broke.