Heart Troubles

On Sunday, my husband finally realized his chest pains and heart issues are caused by stress. Well, duh!!! He was on the diet, watching his food intake, and had cut back on soda, caffeine, and alcohol. It wasn't until he got the text from my parents about paying the rent that his chest pains came back. He was rubbing his chest and complaining of pains yet again. He finally put 2 and 2 together. On the plus side, when I said that for him to get better we had to move he didn't disagree. On the bad side, he went back to the alcohol and soda. Alcohol is required to live here! Viva las rum!!!

Ticking Clock

Again, the warm fuzzies from my parents. Got a test from them on Saturday stating we needed to pay our monthly rent and utilities by Sunday. Yeah, we'll get right on that! Hubby still hasn't been paid for his work, so we have no way of paying them anything. We scraped up money to pay the utilities and he walked the check across the hall. Turns out my mother is retiring in 2-3 weeks and they are relying on our rent money to subsidize her retirement. Oh Dear!! That money is already considered in their budget and is accounted for. No missing of rent to be found. So... hubby explains he hasn't been paid... blah... blah...blah... and we'll pay the rent on Tuesday. He schmoozes a bit more and then comes back to our room. He tells me what they discussed and says they are relying on our money to get them through her retirement, but we won't be here forever and are planning to move. He has work for the next 2-4 weeks, but after that, we plan to leave. (Um, note to self.. find ut where we are going and how we are going to survive there!). I asked him if he talked to them about our daughter. Let's see, the public school system goes back on August 29th, which is about 5 weks away. As of now, my daughter has no way of registering for school. I am still dealing with the medical check-up, dental visit, and last of the immunizations. Oh, yeah, and that minor issue of NOT HAVING A PLACE OF RESIDENCE!!! I asked if he talked to them about filling out papers so she could start kindergarten next month. He looked at me, all confused, and said, "why? we are moving." I about fell over. Number one, neither of us have jobs out of this area, but let's combine that with we have no place to live out of this area. I so wanted to smack him. My daughter is supposed to start school in 5 weeks, but it is looking more and more like it won't happen and I don't know how to fix it. The countdown continues....

Job Interview

Today, I had an interview, or a reintroduction at my old temporary agency. I went through the whole schpiel and took their tests. I scored in the 90th percentile in accounting (and their average was 60ish). After I got through the whole "you did great, have great skills, blah, blah", I got the "well the market is bad so the jobs we are seeing just don't pay well" bit. I am being considered for jobs that pay at about $12 an hour. That would be great if I lived any where else but the Bay Area!!! Good lord, this is soo not going to work!

Job Testing

I am scheduled to take a job test in San Diego on the first of August...Whoop! And then I am scheduled again on the 6th for Orange County.... oh dear! My husband asked how I was going to manage to be in SoCal twice in a week, and well, I had my logic... lol. I said my test was at 5:30... and I read further and it said to be prepared to spend the entire day at the testing site. I needed to take a written test at 5:30, and if I passed it, be prepared to do the pre-investigative interview, and if I passed that - be prepared to take the physical agility test. My husband politely (or not so politely) snickered - ok, he outright laughed nysterically) at the thought of me doing a physical agility test. I then, as offended as I was, referred him to the job description - which was not what was described in the job application. Turns out the office job I had anticipated to be testing for, it was instead, a sheriff's assistant - as in monitoring prisoners, transporting them, monitoring exits, etc. That explains the need to be able to drag a 165 pound dummy 30 feet at the agility test. My husband looked at me and the whole look was a "need I say more" kind of attitude. I hate that!! I am just trying to find a lousy job...