Ugh. Job Hunting (LJ)

Ugh.

I quit my job on the 10th.

(Why don't I ever actually write about this stuff WHEN it happens?) Anyhow, my bosses were looking for a legal way to let me go so after a whole year of me being able to make my own hours, they set me up with having to come it at 8:00am. I figured quitting with a two weeks notice while I still had my dignity beat getting fired for "Attendance issues." Phooey. So I am out looking for work again... And preferably something with benefits so I can stay on my psych meds.

Also, on the day I quit I got into a car accident which involved me making a right turn, blinker on, light green... and someone making a YIELD left turn smashing the back of my truck. 0_o It's not even my car you turds! My car is still out for engine repairs!

So now I am driving a rental while my car gets fixed. Whoopie.

I had to go off of Lamictal, which I was liking, because I suddenly developed a rash. Everyone was pretty sure it was due to the Lamictal so I had to cease taking it immediately. TT__TT Why me? Anyhow, so I was unmedicated for nearly two weeks which, combined with my period was just enough to really push me over the edge mood wise.

On V-day my sis and mom decided to go to the Tree's house to try to show them some kindness. Now, before I go on, I will admit to making my aunt a bracelet and earrings for her birthday which is on the 13th. Anyhow, she loved them I guess. (I packaged them in a Sweethearts box and put the conversation hearts in the little white jewelry box I made for the jewelry) My sis and I had made choccie spoons in dark, milk and white (which I flavoured with orange oil) and Mom and Sis had the brilliant idea to take a package of our spoons, and some store bought V-day cookies and a card, over to the Tree's house.

Well, Satan answered the door apparently and then (boo-hoo) The visage of his sister-in-law, Niece and her new baby (My awsome little Liv) Must have scared him because he ran and called his mommy.

To make a long, weird story longer. I freaked out when Mom and Sis didn't come out right away and called my dad and grandma. (Did I mention that I'm un-medicated?) Anyhow, because Satan came to the window and stared out at me for almost 2 minutes (Not a casual glance outside, he stared. at. me.) I was getting panicky and I called my support system.

HAHAHAHAHHA! This really, really, really, really upset my grandma who called my mom the next day and chewed her out. Ironically, everyone was wondering how the hell she knew and I was like "gee, I cannae think of how she found out" Which I meant. Well. Turns out I just couldn't remember because I had called in such a panic that after it was all said and done, it had passed from my mind. I mean, it's a normal thing to call my grandma.

To make this story even longer, everyone got upset at me (Even tho we had already told my grandma we were going to deliver the spoons) for "letting the cat out" and I've had a shitty two or three days.

I am still getting over Pneumonia. With the rainy weather and fog I feel stuff continuing to lurk in my lungs and I'm looking forward to getting rid of all of it.

DAMN. I just want to feel better, have a good job and BE HAPPY. Is that too much to ask?

Yeah. I thought so.