Sorry We Can’t Help You

It was as if somehow, things just started looking better.

I got this small glimmer of hope last night, and then just like that, at 10am with a simple phone inquiry – “sorry we can’t help you.”

The story of my god damned life – or so it would seem.

But then?

I filed for unemployment, and it was like after months of bending me over, the state of Virginia just decided suddenly that it was okay that I receive my unemployment benefits again. Free money while I contemplate the meaning of life (I kid, I kid, I am applying to jobs so shut up and leave your criticisms at the door) and nurse the wounds from a quarter life crisis gone very, very wrong – and well’m okay with that.

I really think this whole journey would make a decent book. I mean, the tales of snotty cliquey coworkers from the government relations firm, and the picture perfect job on paper turned into a nightmare with a coworker throwing me in front of a bus then backing over me ten gazillion times (no really, it came in the form of getting “laid off”) which later turned into getting hitched and having a temp job contract “terminated” on my honeymoon in the Carribean and making the choice to turn my life around and pursue the career of my dreams with all the hurdles that come with it. This could make a decent memoir no? I mean, hell if Laurie Notaro can write books about being stupid and hated by her family (hilarious but you have to wonder WHY?!) then I’m sure some confuzzled 20 something battling something awful of a quarter life crisis could sell. Maybe. I dream of being a teacher and a novelist/memoirist someday… hell I just want to be published.

I should start writing. Like now (or whenever I get to a location that has you know…heat because our furnace is broken and we have none so I’ve been sitting in an apartment with no heat all. day. long. Thanks hubs for taking the car leaving me stranded.)

{addendum: that last part was written earlier – our landlord put us up in the fashionable La Quinta hotels for the night…on them obvi. Which was offset by the fact that NU forgot to pay for the apps they ordered at the Beanpot alumni event tonight thus I had to front the cash for it since everyone else had left. Am pissed, and will seek reimbursement asap. I didn’t order that food after all. Ri.dic.u.lous.}

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