I'm not so stupid...well maybe I am...

My grades came back and I got a “B”, my usual mediocrity.

Vicki & Matt were back in town for a family wedding. Vicki made time to do my hair since I can’t afford to go see my usual stylist and I really needed my color done while job hunting. Trust me it looked bad before she got her hands on it. Melissa came over too and cut Sky’s hair. My dining room was turned into salon frenzy since Vicki was doing Melissa’s hair too. I appreciate it so much and my hair looks fabulous…too bad she lives so far away. I am not sure if my usual stylist can reproduce the color pattern she used but I need a job anyways before I can see him again.

So that brings up the word of the day: Job! J-O-B. Ugh, I am tired of sending out resumes with no response. I did get an interview, but after attending it, I realized I didn’t want the job anyways…hours that did not work well with one car in a 3 job family and crappy pay. It doesn’t matter since I didn’t get it anyways. I’m now working with a different recruiter that seems to think I am going for the wrong type of jobs. It’s getting very frustrating and depressing and Valium has become my best friend just so I can sleep. It turns out I have a kid who actually wants some stuff for Christmas and right now luxuries like groceries and gas are impossible to come up with. Oh yeah, he still believes in Santa and said “Don’t worry Mom, Santa has money.”. Uh…sure he does.

I talked Dr.I into setting a date for my debanding, December 13^th! I was so excited I could barely sit still. Getting my braces off is a dream. I have put in my time in them, over 2 years, and I’m really happy with how my teeth look now. Unfortunately, they want me to be paid in full by then and I don’t see how in hell that will happen with the retainer fee involved. Well, it could happen if I had a fucking job by now!