Day started out great - Hubs took me to an adorable, out of the way breakfast place so I could get my beloved pumpkin pancakes with candied pecans and cinnamon butter. Heaven! Then we went to the unemployemnt office. I was number 89. They were on number 29. We waited 3 hours patiently, while one of the workers there was verbally abusing people and the other was telling everyone to just wait their turn. So, wait I did. Then they get to number 82. And do you know what that stank ass government worker does? She stops going in order and just starts taking the forms from one random table. What?! Are you fucking kidding me?! So I *tried* to be reasonable, but you know there's no reasoning with those people. So Hubs and I loudly protest on the way out, because at that point he'd been awake for 24 hours and was understandably cranky. One day down, no unemployment claim. Government: 1, Jesse: 0.
After picking the kids up from school I made good on my promise to take them to the park. We played in the snow, threw snowballs, made snow angels... it was a good time.
Tonight, after the kids are in bed and Hubs heads out to work, am I going to compuslively apply to jobs like a lunatic? No. I'm going to try a new brand of wine, put my feet up, and watch a movie. I'll return to my lunatic applications tomorrow.
Oh! I have a goal! (Yes, just one, it seems) I'm going to finish writing my book. Got no excuses now, do I?
Sidebar: I've gotten so many wonderful messages of support and job leads from my fanfuckingtastic friends out there, I just wanted to say thank you. It means a lot!