And the beat goes on. And on. And on.

     Time for that "because there is no other human in my world right now, I have to write it down for strangers" overshare. Any time I think I have hit rock bottom, I find that I have sunk even deeper. I have not received unemployment benefits since June, and, after repeatedly calling the regular phone number (your case is still pending), writing emails, and finally finding the "secret" phone number they only answer on Thursdays and Fridays, I received a call that their ruling was put in the mail this morning (so no info before Monday). She wouldn't even give a hint what the ruling is. Looks like my measly $1000 a month total income is about to go away. 

     I met with a headhunter who said she would revise my resume from an education to business resume and send me an exemplar of a perfect cover letter - that was over two weeks ago. Along with that, she said that teachers rarely get a placement in the business world and if I was LUCKY, I might be hired through networking, but never by application.   I suppose that's just not her job since she met me as a favor to a friend and I don't count as a real client. I think can find my own resources for that, though. There are a ton of sleazy employment websites itching to show me the perfect resume. 

With God as my witness the surprise of my life will be if someone ever keeps a promise. I promise my company will coordinate the clean up of your house and contract with cleaners and restorers. I promise my company will assist you with cleaning your ruined house to prepare for an estate sale. I promise I will help you pack for an estate sale. I promise I will help you out with your resume and cover letter. I promise I will get back to you about that legal issue. I promise I will stay in touch with you about the felony burglary of your house. I promise I will call you back. I promise I can find guys to haul away the junk from your ruined house.  

Anyone with the Blue Cross S plan knows what has hit the fan in the past week, so the only doctors and hospital I can use are Methodist (you know, the ones that neglected my mother until she had bedsores, rotating  hospitalists, not one of whom saw my mother twice, and a hospice group that took vacation simultaneously - were you there for the live reenactment from Terms of Endearment?). Did I mention property taxes to the tune of $2400 or so? Finally, I think my entire inflammatory system has gone into shock. GERD like I've never taken Prilosec ever, pounding heart, flamethrowers being fired inside me, and when I bent over to brush my teeth my back went out on vacation. Every freaking muscle in my back is either in spasm (lower back) or knotting into trigger points (upper back). Waiting for eye tics and drooling to come next. I am so, so sorry for those of you whose day is ruined because you have to drive in heavy traffic or that someone at work gave you some attitude. I will trade you gratefully and with no complaints.