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If I wasn’t pregnant, I would hate my life right now.
The same nasty bill collector called today. AGAIN. Sometimes, if I don’t answer my phone, they call 4 times in one hour. I decided to answer today, so they wouldn’t call anymore this week.(we can hope)
Last time, I got a fairly sympathetic bill collector lady.
This one……a bitch.
Sorry, I know she’s just doing her job, which is why I stayed on the phone as long as I did with her.
But JESUS!!!
I mean, like my Granddaddy said, you can’t get blood out of a turnip!
How many time/ways can I explain that I am unemployed, about to deliver a baby and will not be paying you until at the earliest January of next year???
I hate the, can you borrow the money question.
And threatening me with “this will be charged off soon and go on your credit,” is really laughable. Like I told her, it’s the least of my worries right now. I’ve been there, done that and managed to still live my life. Before all of this, my credit was basically a beautiful thing.
But I hate not paying my bills. It goes against my nature. I’m anal about it. You should see my spread sheets. But I’ve decided to just write this one off, because really, what can I do? I might need my parents for something much more serious than a credit card bill come January if I can’t find a job.
Speaking of which, my ace in the hole job went away. She filled the position. DAMN IT! Even though I had heard through the grapevine that the place was falling apart, it was a JOB. A JOB!
Wading through the jobs on hot jobs, careerbuilders, and everywhere else I can find is not my idea of fun. There are jobs that I qualify for but I can’t work right now! 
Will these jobs still be there in a few weeks?? Will anyone really be hiring in December? It’s a no win situation.
And that is all I have to say today.
38 weeks gestation…..
38 weeks!!!!!!!!!
What’s IN?
Hemorrhoids: I shall call her…….mini me. It’s so sad. Really. And painful.
Back pain/labor: It started yesterday. No matter what I did (rocking on my hands and knees, counter pressure, the ball……it stayed. It was baaaaaaaaad. I was almost in tears. mainly because I know that back labor can last for days. Weeks even. And still no baby. Aye.
Nerves: It occurred to me that there will be a real live human being at the end of this who will need me to protect, feed, clothe, and generally take care of him for the next 18 years or so. OMG!
What’s OUT:
My severance pay. Yep, it’s gone. I’m just getting those lovely government checks now.
Patience: with C-Dub, with my body, with bill collectors who call daily even though I just spoke to them yesterday and explained the situation. And speaking of which, I really don’t appreciate being asked if I could “borrow” the money from someone else to pay you. Does it make sense to you to make new debt to pay an old one???????
Moving on!
So, I’m just waiting. And waiting. My next appointment is on Wednesday afternoon. After my mandated Government “do this workshop on how to get a job or don’t get paid” appointment that morning. I’m going to beg for something. Anything.
We’re ready.
P.S.
Do you guys realize that Thanksgiving in 13 days away???? Where did time go?
Oh no the hell he didn't!
So, today, after I posted, I had a burst of energy, and decided to do some cleaning.
I moped the kitchen, the bathrooms, the foyer. I swept, I vacuumed. I cleaned our bathroom. Got on my knees and cleaned the tub, the shower. Made up the bed, straightened up the den. I paid the bills, balanced the checkbook, juggled finances for the day. I’ve cooked 3 out of 5 days this week. And I’m not talking about hamburger helper! I cooked for real: fried chicken, smothered pork chops, collard greens, mashed potatoes, fresh vegetables….you get the point! And all this with sciatica and on swollen feet.
C-Dub comes home, early. Tired. We order in.
He keeps complaining about how tired he is, but then says he’s going to go hang out.
Now, I’ve been home alone all day. I worked hard to make this house comfortable/clean for him to come home to and spend some time with me. I’ve been trying to hold conversations with him since he got home, and have gotten a lot of one word answers and silence. But now, he wants to go and “hang out’?
WTF?
I guess the dirty look I gave him said it all, because he didn’t go anywhere.
BUT:
Now, he has this annoying habit of taking off his clothes in the DEN and leaving them slung over the back of the couch.
The last few days, I have been reminding him on his way upstairs to take his clothes with him.
Now, today, after working so hard to make HIS home comfortable while 9 months pregnant with HIS baby, I just reminded him once again to take his shirt upstairs, because I knew he was going to leave it.
And I’ll be damned!
This m***f*** had the nerve to give me lip!
He said” I worked all day. I’m tired.”
What the F**K does that have to do with taking your damn shirt upstairs?????
“Don’t be bugging me about no damn shirt.”
He kept talking too about how he worked all day. I think that’s what got me more than anything.
It was like he was implying that I just sat around all day by choice and therefore should be fine with picking up behind him.
I.Don’t.Think.So.
It hit a nerve with me, because one of the reasons why I got up off my pregnant ass this morning and cleaned was because I feel like I should do something to earn my keep. BUT DAMN! I AM STILL 37 WEEKS PREGNANT. DUE ANYDAY NOW. I could leave this house a pig sty and refuse to do any damn thing.
I am trying to be understanding here, I know the stress of getting ready to be a daddy and being the breadwinner might just be getting to him. But I’ll be damned if I am disrespected in my own damn house.
I have feelings too. When he was laid off earlier this year, I still cleaned and cooked even though he was home EVERY DAMN DAY. This while working long hours and two damn jobs.
And he sure wasn’t pregnant!
So I know about working long hours. But I wasn’t a damn slob just because he was home all day.
I have to calm down first, but we’re about to have a come to Jesus moment.
RIGHT. NOW.
My current reality
The unemployment office is a degrading, depressing place. You see people from all walks of life. The person waiting next to you could be a laid off city worker making 20K , an executive who made 100K, or me a nurse who was firmly in the middle. We’re all in the same place, at the same time, wanting the same things:
A job, and some help until we get one.
As a nurse, I never, EVER thought that I would be here, in this place, at this time. I’ve always had it in my mind that stuff like this doesn’t happen to people like me. I went to school for 5 years, graduated with relatively good grades with a Bachelor of Science in Nursing from a good school. I majored in a field where “the possibilities were endless.” I chose a field where it seemed I would always have a job. It was supposed to be “recession proof.”
But here I am: pregnant, unemployed and a statistic. Yes, I am a part of that 10.2% unemployement rate in Georgia, and the 9.5% unemployment rate in the country. It was my lot in life to be the last hired, first fired in my 7th month of pregnancy. To be a victim of “reorganization.”
And I find it ironic that because I am pregnant, I can’t get another job.
The one thing that I have prayed for, wished for, cried for, rejoiced in, is keeping me unemployed. Because who will hire the obviously pregnant woman who will deliver sometime in the next 5 1/2 weeks,and then have to take 6 more weeks off to recuperate?
WHO?
I’ve searched, I’ve asked, and I can’t find them. I can’t even find someone who will interview me now, and let me start in January. Who knew a job search would be so hard? Who knew that last weeks of my pregnancy would be so stressful? Who knew I would be reduced to begging for a unemployement check from the government that will barely help cover my regular bills, let alone the new ones that will surface once a baby arrives?
As uncomfortable as I am most days, I would give anything to still have the option to work. I would give anything not to have to worry about how my bills will get paid, how I will pay for this baby, and how will I support him when he is born.
But this is my reality at this time.
And this reality sucks.
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