Hey lovely lady lumps!

So, life has been a whole lot of ridic shananigans since I left NY. Besides the arrival back home that made Kim and I delerious, unemployment has been completely unreachable. The paycheck I was expecting never came, nor did the one that was to follow. Somehow my paperwork got delayed and I was not paid...for a freakin month. So when I arrived back from NY with less than a dollar to my name and needing a place to live by the end of the month, things looked grim. Things took an even worse turn when the state of CA enabled those on unemployment to extend their benefits for another 6 months. The offices are swamped with calls and a recording picks up all the incoming calls. If your phone call does not fall into one of the four catagories they spit out at you in the minute and a half message, the damn system hangs up on you. It took me four phone calls at different points in the day for two days to realize this. Last week, I recieved a notice for a phone interview and I freaked out. What if they changed their mind because they found out I was traveling? Not only was not being paid (both presently and in the future) getting to me, but I still have not found a place to live. I called my mother stating I was homeless and pennyless--yes, a bit overdramatic I must admit--but I didn't know what the hell to do. Yes, I am going to be 25 and I still go running to my parents. Or at least venting.

So finally on Saturday, I had my phone interview with unemployment. First off, when did government offices stay open on a weekend?! I thought my interview notice was a misprint, but after missing the first phone call @ 9:51am, it wasn't. Of course missing the call led to my further freak out, especially since it was not even scheduled in 10am. wtf unemployment?! When my interviewer called back at 9:55am, I got the call. It was then the interviewer realized my appointment was not until 10am and he stated he would call back. Again, wtf unemployment? You're completely unreachable by phone and then finally, when I actually get a human being, I still can't get any answers--it's not question time yet. Finally homeboy calls back at 10:45am and after explaining I was broke, will be getting my checks by the end of this week. Hallelujah Hollaback! Yet, despite me taking care of all this, my parents insisted on coming...this weekend. While I do appriciate the support, the Saturday nite sleepover at my place was not my idea of a good time. Especially when they were in bed by the late hour of 11pm. Yeah, my parents are party animals.

So--since I've started the last two paragraphs with this I'm just gonna go with it--I'm still homeless, but at least there's some bacon coming home to MaMa. Other than that life is great. Eric and I are wonderful and I cannot wait for him to get here. I talk to him for hours daily and you guys know I am not a phone person. I'll post pics of my new place...as soon as I get one. Off to search more!