Pity Party

I found out yesterday that I was denied unemployment because I turned in a form late.

It was totally my fault and I feel awful about it.

There are meth heads out there smart enough to turn in their unemployment forms on time.

And I botched it.

I also realized yesterday that I have applied for 42 jobs since finding out about Mike's transfer.

42

I also made the stupid choice to check my student loan balance yesterday.

So yeah, last night was rough.

Today, I plan to have a tiny little pity party for myself.

I started by eating a cookie for breakfast.

Sending out some passive aggressive, bitter e-mails.

And staying in pajamas all day.

Then, I'll suck it up, clean up the house, make a soup, and apply for more jobs.

Because, really, what the hell else am I going to do?

Wallowing is not cute.

But I'll give myself part of the day at least.

This post is officially rambling and whiny, but if I can't complain to random friends on the internet, who can I complain to?