Sometimes I feel like when it rains, it pours. I have been extra pouty over the last couple of days because every time something seems to look up in my life, it somehow takes an extra turn and goes a little sour for me. I am one of those people that is a little afraid to get excited about certain things because I don’t want to be disappointed later on. So here’s what’s been going on.
- The start date of my new job has been delayed until January 23rd. I was told that it was delayed because even though they have me in the system they have not started on my background check as of November 14th….the date that I was supposed to start. This is extra irritating to me because I have been on the phone with those people back and forth since I got hired. I’ve been breaking my neck trying to find old W2s and checkstubs (which proved to be hard because we have moved and still haven’t found a new place for important documents to go) to fax in to them. I think that if I am being prompt then as a business you should be too. I feel really bad about this because Boo Thang has since picked up a second job. Mind you he did this because he wanted to have extra Christmas money, but it LOOKS like he’s slaving away while I am at home doing nothing (at least this is what I heard it looks like *rolls eyes*). I was looking forward to this job because it means that we could get our own place really soon…..but it looks like that dream is deferred.
- My computer crashed. It has EVERYTHING on it. Plus it was my best mode of entertainment thus far. Bye, HP…..it’s been fun.
- My dad is depressed because it doesn’t seem like his marriage is working…..after 4 months and 15 days. I
told him that shit was not going to work back in Junesympathize with him just a little bit. That’s my daddy. He really is good people….too good to be mistreated by an immature, insecure golddigger.
- Boo Thang and I need our own place. ASAP. I am starting not to feel like an adult anymore and this is a SERIOUS problem for me as I have always been a pretty independent person.
So these are my gripes. They are all workable….but sometimes it just feels good to pout about it, listen to slow jams and drink wine.