Okay. This is not my afternoon.
I'm writing this post for the second time. Blogger, WTF?
My life is going to hell in a handbasket the last 15 minutes or so.
I grabbed the mail from the mailbox on my way in, and the treasury department has sent something to my sweetheart...and his ex-wife. WTF? They've been divorced since pre-2004, and she has NEVER lived in this house. Out of my mailbox, bitch. Now.
Then I checked my email and received an invitation to re-enter the hiring process for a job I didn't get last year. WTF? Do I still want to be a dispatcher? I do need a job. And government benefits would rock.
Especially if my blood pressure keeps going up and I explode in my office.
Did I mention I'm doing all this on less than 5 hours of sleep for the last couple weeks? At least it feels like it. Two jobs mean good money, but little else.
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