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The Groundhog
The groundhog saw his shadow, so I decided not to make my annual "Groundhog's Day" post. Actually, that's not true; I forgot. Sad, isn't it? I remembered all through work, and then when I got home, it was gone from my mind.
Life at Beech Hill remains as it has the past sour months. Tricia and I struggle with living with Kyle. It has its ups and it has its downs. Ultimately, the problem we simply have is that the three of us are stuck with each other. Time and space collide and create problems; the people don't, the space/time factor does.
Money is constantly draining. We're living paycheck to paycheck with no hope of getting anything saved up. Our first married Valentine's Day is liken to be much like our normal evenings -- spent at home in front of the TV. We have to ration out what we need throughout the week. I'm on my back-up deordorant; it gives me a rash, but I can't afford my usual stuff.
But there are little things that give me hope. MClem has now decided to "help us out" by trying to find me a job somehow somewhere. We'll see about that. A similair offer was made a few weeks ago by an former fellow Acme associate, who encouraged me to look into freelance copywriting. She asked for my resume, but I haven't heard anything back yet.
I've applied a few places, one of which sounds insane, but would be the best for me.
I'm thoroughly pissed at Acme right now. In addition to implementing some real bullshit ideas for we few, strong packers, I was never interviewed and never contacted in regards to the Dairy Manager position. Even though that mother-fucker Brett (who didn't even apply!) was called personally by Big Boss Jr. and told that "his name had come up." Also, I'm getting the feeling they didn't think I did a good job ON MY FIRST DAY BACK THERE.
Of course, in light of this, I'm doing some stuff for the store. I'm working on two articles for the newsletter. I had written one a few weeks ago that couldn't be used, but apparently I caught the eye of the EIC (loosely termed). So, I'm working on those and that'll be a nice thing for my portfolio.
Fuck UniSyn. I applied for that job once, GOT the damn job, lost the position. Met up with them at a job fair, told I was going to get a call, was never called, CALLED them, didn't hear back. They can go fuck themselves.
And I still don't have any new comics.
WHEN WILL THIS END?
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