Hello, bloggy friends! It's me again, and today- was Wacky Crafty Wednesday. However, half way through the day the day took a turn for the worse. And has ended in my face being red, blotchy, sore, and puffy- thank you endless amount of tears. I'll explain more about that as I get to it.
I'll post some pictures of the crafty time that me and the girls did, and then I'll go into my rant about how this day ended horribly!
Today the girls and I made some hand puppets out of paper bags- super fun! The girl's loved it too. We just used markers, glue and some pom poms.
Now, onto the horrible day portion:
My husband has been trying to get a promotion at work for 8 months, and has been working his tooshy off, bending over backwards, trying to do anything and everything that they've wanted him to do so that he could get this promotion, and he got an interview for it 2 weeks ago. After months of reassuring him that he "had it in the bag" and after months of my husband asking if there was anything else he could do to prove himself worthy of the position, they kept reassuring him he was doing everything right. So after my husband's interview he took a much needed week off work, which was this past week. Then- yesterday he went back to work to find out that he would find out whether he got the promotion or not today. We were so excited, because we had basically psyched ourselves up for this so much. But when my husband called me at 5PM today, it wasn't the call I was expecting. They decided after all of this f#*^ing time that they ARE NOT giving him the position....."yet". The reasons that they gave him for not giving the promotion yet were stupid tiny little things that aren't even expected of him as the position he's going for (Lead of the Inventory Dept) but as an actual Manager of the Department, which they already have! So since everything has seemed to be going wrong lately, I broke down- in tears, and lots of them. To find this out just after finding out that my school is screwing me over and making me wait til Mid-August to start my clinical rotation at a site, after finding out my school's financial department is screwing me around for a 1000$ check that I was supposed to receive over a month ago, AND after finding out that my Dad didn't get sent to the prison he expected to because the State of Indiana has basically given up on him and sent him to another prison to basically die out his sentence and that my Mom cannot send him anything since she's not on his visiting list, and she can't be put on his visiting list because she's a felon. So somehow, the girl who has seen her Dad one time in over 13 years has to be the in between girl for her parents. Doesn't quite seem fair, does it? Seems it's one thing after another, and I'm trying so hard to keep positive and keep my mind off of things, it's so hard. I just have to keep telling myself, "this too shall pass".
So to end this post, I'm going to use a quote from South Park's Cartman when he felt he was getting screwed over by his mother. Beware: the quote is quite vulgar.
Cartman: Can I at least borrow some of your lipstick mom? Because I at least want to look pretty the next time you f**k me.
Cartman: Can at least pull over here and get some dinner? Because I at least like to be wined and dined before I get f**ked.
Cartman: Can you at least take me to a grease monkey so I can at least get lubed up before you f**k me. Or at at least a little courtesy lick. How about a little courtesy lick next time you try to f**k me?
Fun times, fun times- but that's exactly how I'm feeling about everything going on. So, my bloggy friends, I sure hope that you all had a better Wednesday than I did- and I sure hope that tomorrow is a better day.
Talk to you all, tomorrow :)
