My blogger is now a decent shade of green…you can all be jealous of me now.
I’m also going to do the bulk of my rambly writings here, because I can actually get PAID when people click on my little Google ads. Sure, it’s only a few centavos a click, but it’s better than writing for nothing.
Today marked the first day that I actually did some copy editing under contract on Kasamba. I’m supposed to get paid for it, but I haven’t seen any notice to that effect, so I don’t really know. I was actually shocked that someone used the service and didn’t want me to right a paper for her, but I was glad for that. When I was in college, paying someone else to write your paper for you was called “plagiarism.”
I may be ugly, I may be poor, but at least I’ve got some personal integrity.
The job hunt continues, somewhat successfully, somewhat not. It would help if I would stop pissing and moaning over the damned cover letters and just send them out. Sure, I may only have a job for a couple of months, but any job is better than going under while trying to make a business work.
The really bad thing is, though, there are a few jobs out there that I would like to keep on a permanent basis. I know I’ve got a snowball’s chance in hell of getting one, thanks to how I got screwed over at the clinic, but it still bothers me that if I were hired, they’d probably look for someone else when the baby is born, and it would make it look like I’m a fucking job-hopper.
Anyway, I did the best I could each day, and it just didn’t satisfy the people in power. Would it have helped if I were someone else? Maybe. Would it have helped if I weren’t pregnant? Maybe, but I’m sure as hell not going to blame the kid for my job loss when it wasn’t the kid’s fault. I tried to do the right thing, I tried to solve a problem through the “proper” channels, and it blew up in my face and got me fired six days before Christmas.
Now I understand how Mary must have felt when every inn in town was full. “Hey, we’ve got no room here, and we realize you’re in labor, but why don’t you snuggle up in the barn with the rest of the livestock?”
Sisko threw up all over the living room tonight. He must have thought that I needed some practice at cleaning up vomit, because he sure left a mess. He also didn’t cover his poo when he went to the litterbox, so I guess he’s just expressing himself, feline style. Oh, well. He’s cute, I love him, and I’m sure the baby will be playing with him a lot, so he needs to get his mischief in before he’s too busy hiding from the kid to get into trouble.
Thank God for Woolite Pet Stain & Odor Eliminator. This beigey-gray carpet would have been stained many times over were it not for the geniuses who created a product that can successfully clean up even the messiest cake puke without leaving a spot or odor behind. I have a feeling that I’m going to be buying it by the case after the baby starts trying to eat solid food…
For some reason, I’ve had the urge to watch Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome. I guess I kind of identify with Auntie Entity’s desire to make something better for herself after the disaster…but I’m not sure if I want to be “up to my elbows in blood and pigshit.”
Anyway, I think I’ll watch Colbert and head to bed. I’ve got some other letters to write, and I could use a few laughs.