More shifting, less torque

I’m assuming that by the time this posts, I will be at the dealership, filling out paperwork.

No, it’s not a new car.  I’m finally getting into sales proper, selling cars.

Yes, I know, it seems like such an odd thing to do, but I have this crazy bohemian lifestyle thing going on, and many, many high-maintenance addictions.  There’s food, for instance.  I like to eat as much as three or four times a day!  And I’ve become so dehumanized that I even like sleeping indoors on most days, with air conditioning.

It’s insane the way my life has devolved into a shadow of its former carefree ways.  I know I fell in with a bad crowd when I stopped sleeping in trees and on park benches, but what’s worse is that I’ve even been a bad influence on my offspring, and they get downright dangerous if they don’t have access to things like running water.

Enough kidding aside, I’ve been trying like mad to get just about any decent-paying job I could, and this was literally the very best of the lot.  Yes, I have all the customer service and community management experience a person could ask for, but I can’t really afford to only make $18K a year doing it.

(Let me get this straight.  You’re putting me in Customer Service and expecting me to make your paying customers happy, keeping your business going, generating your revenue and profit, sometimes despite your crappy product, but you’re only going to pay me $10 an hour to do it?  Without any chance of advancement or raises within the first two years?  And no benefits because I’ll be considered a contractor?  Ooo, where’s your pen?  Let me sign with my “official” signature.  Yes, it does bear a striking resemblance to “here’s where you can kiss my ass”… that’s my Christian name.)

I’m sure I had to have mentioned this before, but I’ve noticed that for me (and I’m sure for billions of other people), when it rains, it pours.  This applies to the bad times and the good times.

The Bad:  In the last couple of weeks, Daniel decided that sleep was for wussies, so he’s been consistently sleep-deprived.  He started going off of one of his medications too fast – without the replacement medication strong enough to replace it – and he had to go to the ER via ambulance because of seizures that would not stop.  Then he got a spot of food poisoning, developed a nasty cough, and that turned into asthmatic-style bronchitis, so now he’s on a nebulizer every few hours.  Oh, and I didn’t take the job that I’d been waiting to start for a month (which meant not looking for work) because I found out that there was a high likelihood of getting screwed over, and they kinda neglected to mention at first that it was door-to-door sales.

Guess what I’m not ever going to do?

The Good: It seems that Daniel’s seizures are stabilizing somewhat, and we’ve gone from four or five major seizures a day to only one every few days.  There are still plenty of little ones, but they’re not a big deal.  Also, I applied for this new job on Monday, got a callback on it in about a half an hour, interviewed on Tuesday, peed in a cup on Wednesday, and I start today.  Also also, my Uncle Ronnie and Uncle Lenny found us again after many years lost to us, and we’ve started the long process of catching up.  Also also also, a new daycare provider literally landed on my doorstep, so kid-care is covered fantastically.  Also also also also, both Miles and Joseph are signed up for Gifted and Talented classes next year, and all three kids brought home straight As.  Also also also also also… the last piece of awesome is something that I’m still a little nervous to mention, so as not to jinx it, but let me at least say, I haz a happee.

And throughout all of this, I’m reminded and amazed at how much the universe conspires to assist me, and at how much things fall apart when I lose touch with my faith.  And since my faith is tied to my ability to express… emotions… shall we say… dating is something that I definitely cannot afford to let fall by the wayside.

yea…. I definitely haz a happee.

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Oh, yeah, and if you do need a new car, I’m over at Q Chevrolet Chrysler Jeep Dodge in Irving at I-183 and Carl Rd. ^_^

The downside is that I probably won’t be able to maintain my incredibly aggressive posting schedule as I have been the last couple of weeks, but I can say that I will make at least one post per week.  I hope.

One Reply to “More shifting, less torque”

  1. Well Hon, congratulations on all the good. My sympathies on all that suck. And although I do not need a car, I will remember where to find you should that change. Much love to you and the family.xoxo

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