I hate March

I can't believe I'm back here again. March sucked last year. I was still unemployed, I was stuck at home limiting my social life to save money, and I was worried about Meeka's health.

This year was gonna be different. March was starting with a brand-new job after a fairly brief job search. And not just a contract job, but one that had potential to go permanent really soon. Just over three weeks ago, I woke up early, got dressed, and went in to work, ready to finally start the next phase of my life. I was all set to plan for the future again.

And yet here I sit, still underemployed, still stuck at home limiting my social life to save money ... and yes, worrying about Meeka's health all over again. Because for some reason, over the past few weeks she's lost weight. And given that she's not showing any other signs of diabetes, I have no idea if this is nothing or something worse. (Her next appointment is Friday). Oh, and this year March has the added bonus of not having good health insurance for myself, so yay there too.

I suppose if I really wanted to I could say March sucked two years ago as well, but the parallels aren't really there, so, no point.

And no, still no progress on the job. Yes, I am and have been looking elsewhere. Of course the good jobs seem to have dried up in the past two weeks.

One random clarification: When I said I'd reached several "last straws" last week, those frustrations had nothing to do with the actual roof repairs I was helping Tom with. That actually went pretty well. My frustrations were about these other situations; the only connection to the repairs was I got mad at myself for wasting a trip to Home Depot because I forgot my wallet. And yes, as I am a complete asshole, I forgot to buy Tamara a drink a few days later for loaning me their truck.

Tomorrow I will post another photo essay to get this whiny shit off the top. And I will try really hard not to do this again here for awhile.