Well... another setback. Apparently, I can't get hired as a pipefitter, without being indentured as a pipefitter, but I can't get indentured until I get hired. Firebag isn't happening. I'm back to being broke, unemployed, with zero job prospects, and living with my parents for the forseeable future. It's ok though, i'm healthy, and my kids love me, and I have parents who support me.
Now... if I could just get cancer... I'd be down the healthy part, but I'd get 50 grand from my critical illness insurance! (thanx Grace Edison) It's actually humorous to me that my life would step UP a couple notches if I got diagnosed with cancer... Not just any cancer mind you. I don't want one of those ones with a low survival rate. Something like a sub 20% mortality rate is something I could deal with. Testicular cancer would be fine, I'd give up at least one nut for 50 grand, Hell! they could take them both and do me a favor, I don't really want anymore kids anyway. I'm just not sure that testicular cancer is covered as a, "critical illness."
Ok, back to the reality that I don't have cancer... at least I don't think that I have cancer. I'm just gunna leave the resumes I have out there, to blow around in the wind, and start bombarding locals again. I've heard the pickings are slim, and I've applied everywhere that has adds, but you never know. I'll find something! and then 2 months down the road when I get layed off again, I'll find something else! and one day the economy will come back and maybe I can make it through a whole 12 months employed, and just maybe that'll be enough to get my bills paid down far enough to get a basement suite... in Rutland... with a roomate... or two.
I'm staying positive! well... maybe not "positive," but at least I'm laughing... at myself. I'll get back to being positive, I just want... a couple days... to hate my life! Is that OK?
It isn't OK. Looking at it from the bright side, the job in Firebag wasn't really "the best" job, it was just "the first" job. I got excited about it, because i'm so sick of spinning my wheels. I was willing, and still am to be honest, to hinch my wagon to the first opportunity to come along. Unfortunately, I don't have the luxury of waiting for a Rolls Royce job. I need to pay July's rent for my girls, and I'm tapped. I'Il need to get paid before the end of the month, or i'll feel like i'm letting them down. I'm sure my Ex would find a way to make up the difference in the rent, but that's not the point... It's MY JOB to provide for them. I still have my fingers crossed, and I'm going to remain hopeful that a new, and maybe better opportunity, is just around the corner. I feel like I deserve it, and whether or not that counts for anything, I have to believe that my train is coming.
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