Defeat...

I have never applied for a job and not gotten an offer...that is until today. I'm not going to work for the pest company in sales. Apparently, I'm "Not what they are looking for at this time." I personally feel it's because I have quiet a rack, but that's neither here nor there.

I want my back to be normal. Poor Michael is working two jobs and all I can offer up is fresh clothes and some homemade chili. Makes me feel somewhat worthless. I've always been a productive member of our household...this just isn't right. I'm actively seeking a less physical job, but am coming up empty handed. It's frustrating enough dealing with the pain, but I have NEVER been turned down before. Maybe I just feel low because it was such a shit job to begin with, I thought I was a shoe in. I mean a mouse turd could do it.

On the other hand, I help secure a new job for Sam yesterday. So....hrm....maybe I would be a good placement specialist....? No? I don't know. Sam's doing a lot better....thank god.

There is so much cleaning to do today. Sam's parents are coming this weekend. My house is not in tip top shape. I have to hide all the drugs and hookers, oh yeah and vacuum. At least the chili is started.

I'd better get to it...I'll blog after I've finished a room...:)