Where I Talk About Stress

I don't have a job. I shouldn't be stressed.
I don't have a job. That is why I am stressed.

I have the power to make things so much easier on Chris and myself, if I'd just go out there and get a job. Whatever kind of job. It's not supposed to matter, but it does to me. I'm annoyed at myself. Then there is the part where I was burned from my last job so I'm scared to do certain things at my next job for fear of being accused of things that never happened. I need to get over it.

I'm being selfish.

And picky.

And now we are having to move again. We were hoping to have more money saved up before the time came but it's just not happening. Bring on the stress of deciding where/when/how to move within the next month or so.

Chris doesn't deserve to feel like we are struggling like we are. He's been busting his ass for too long supporting both of us. He doesn't deserve to come home from work to my whining and complaining about how stressed out I am when it's up to me to do something about it.

So I feel guilty.

I send out my resume day after day hoping to at least get a call back, but nothing. These are entry level jobs I am applying for people! Enter the I'm being picky part. I'm not working retail again. I won't say never but that is the last thing I want to do right now.

And my cheap little point and shoot camera bit the dust last weekend. I didn't think I'd be so sad to see it go but geez it's annoying not to have a camera. We are moving farther and farther away from getting my big camera and now I don't even have my little cheap one.

Not having a camera makes me kind of not want to blog. And it makes me grouchy.

I have a ton of pictures on my computer from vacation, and when my brother was here, but lately I'm just not in the mood to write about any of it.

I know you are looking forward to reading the posts about when you were here Tyler, and I'll get them up eventually.

For now we keep on keeping on and hope that everything falls into place.