Sorry to seem to be doing so well and then drop off the edge of the blogging/posting world. In short, for a little over a month or so my life SUCKED. Big blue ice cubes. *sigh*
After the massive influx of cash for Shawna’s school, we mostly paid bills and watched the money drain quickly away. Within a month, we were broke again, and had our interwebz shut off. Again. (Which is odd, because we were only 3 days late with the bill and normally they don’t shut things off until you are 2 months and 3 days late, but I digress.)
We were finally able to get it back two weeks later, but by then I was ill and not very shiny. I was so busy trying to get in touch with my Voc Rehab person, and worrying about the interweb job that I wanted, that I found myself not really wanting to “chat” about anything. I tried for over two weeks to let them know that I needed two minor pieces of equipment (less that $200), and then another 3 weeks waiting for an email saying that it was finally ready for pickup.
Maybe I should explain: The job I was going after was an ADA job through the Fed Gov answering questions about IRS forms and such through a virtual terminal. I could work from home, make $13 or so per hour, be reimbursed for phone and interwebz costs, work flexible hours, and possibly extend it out to full time employment when I was ready.
I checked the job board every couple of days while I waited with baited breath, and all seemed fine. Slow, but fine. At least up until last week.
On Friday I got an email dated Thursday morning saying that I cold pick up the equipment. Unfortunately, I got said email around 4pm and we were in the midst of nasty snow and uber-icy roads, so I would have to wait until Monday to go in and get the stuff. (I was still going to try and get the equipment Friday, until I checked the job board and found that the IRS job was gone!!) All that was left were a one week job right after Xmas doing returns for a cell phone company, and a 40 hour per week job for a different cell phone company with set hours and a pay rate of $8 an hour. (I cannot work more than around 24 hours a week, or I will lose all of my medical, of which my meds alone take up around $800 a month.)
I was angry/upset/ and heartbroken at the same time.
Ugh. It still hurts.
So I hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving. I know that I am blessed in a myriad and sundry number of ways, but right now I am just heart sick over the loss of what seemed a dream job opportunity.
I will try and blog more later. Right now I have to go and cook for a holiday that just makes me want to bawl my eyes out…
Tah – tah! *sigh*