And so the monkey threw a wrench...

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! This is really the worst possible timing. Can you believe I've been summoned to jury duty on August 2nd?

Ugh! I'm just...god, I'm pissed, and that's hard to do.

Let me put this into perspective. I've applied for this customer support job, you all know. I've gone to the interview, and I think I have a good chance. What I've been told is that the "starting date" will be the 30th, if I get hired. So, I'm sure you already see the problem.

To top things off, I currently don't have the money to pay for rent on the 1st. I've got some things I've been meaning to sell on eBay, so it shouldn't be an issue, but after that I need a damn job to get by. And that monkey up there chose a good wrench to throw at me, too.

This might cause problems with my potential employer, and I'm hoping to hell that it doesn't. Because I seriously need this job. This is like...the turning point for my downward slope. If I can do this one thing, I can turn my life back around and stop being such a fuck-up. It really is that important.

But now, to make things that much more problematic for me, I have to go down to San Antonio on August 2nd. That's only two days after I'll start. VERY bad timing. So let's say it's not a problem, and I can still get the job, and everything will still work out nicely in that respect.
It really really doesn't look good to any employer to have things happen this way. One job requirement is 100% flexibility. Which, sad to say, is not good for when I start up college classes again, but that's not an issue right now.
I'm willing to bet that, even if they will still hire me, they can't help but frown that this happens. My first week on the job, I already have a day where I can't work? Wow.

To top it all off, this isn't going to be pleasant for my parents either. This means they'll have to drive up on work night...then the next day give me a ride to and from this thing (if it's even possible, and I bet it's not!), and then drive me back that night to be up here for work! Forget the stress that's gotta cause them and me, think about the gas money and the lost sleep! >.< style="font-style: italic;">plastic and buried him in the backyard under some rocks. Am I the only one who sees how fucked up that is?
I went up there only a week or two after he'd died, and both Kitiy and I tried to convince her mother to cremate the beloved feline, but she either was being stubborn or is just too messed up in the head to see how important this is to her daughter.

I even offered to pay all $145 for it! It's that cheap to do! She'd just need to drive her daughter and the remains to the cremation service, and there! Mostly happy daughter, grave-free backyard, and things are better. You even get to keep his ashes, too. How could you hesitate to do that?

Kitiy still has...episodes, I guess you would call them, where she just completely loses the will to live. She hasn't ever tried to do anything drastic, and I'm hoping that she never will...but it still hurts to see and hear her like that. To make things worse, I feel like I can't do anything to help. I can barely even be a shoulder to cry on, since I'm only over IM as things are. It just makes me feel so useless as a boyfriend.

I still wonder...if it's possibly to still cremate Tramp. I don't see why not...it'd just be a matter of getting his partially-decayed remains to the cremation people, right? And money I guess...but that's not too big of a deal. We can find a way to deal with that easy.

Well...I guess I'll let you go back to your own problems now. I'm sure you've got enough to worry about without worrying 'bout me and my love.


Please excuse the language in this one, but...I'm REALLY not in a good mood right now.