Victor and Bonnie’s slave, that sounds like a huge imposition. Why do the employers give their workers such a hard time? Don’t they know if we are happy then we are more productive? Well I had a dream last night. I usually don’t dream of if I do don’t remember them. Well this one I remember most of. I lived in a house and my neighbors were the parents of Bonnie underfoot and Victor tabby cat. It was really cool it seemed like it was real. I was all excited to have a neighbor as one of my online friends. Too bad it was just a dream. I am still fighting this damn depression. I called about four weeks ago and went in for an intake appt. They lady wants me to go on Weds for a group session and have an individual time for me. Well I left the appt and waited to hear from them. Two weeks passes and I call them up to find out. They said they would call back. They did about five minutes later. I am supposed to see this guy Peter. I call him and left a message. A week goes by and don’t here from him. So I call again. He was out that day. He calls me back almost a week later and tells me he is going to set up an appt. He puts me to the people who make the appts. The first aval. is August 1st. I am sitting here thinking to myself “what the fuck” I have to wait a month to see someone about this. What the hell am I supposed to do in the meantime. Well I guess I will just have to deal. I am still job hunting. I have an appt with a company on the 9th. Can’t wait!!!!! Now I have finally gotten almost all of my stuff off my old computer. The reason I am saying this is because I have finally been able to get the pictures ready for all the people who helped out way back when the three kitties got their new home. I feel horrible that it has taken so long. I am going to have to wait just a little longer I have to get special discs to do what I plan. Hopefully this paycheck I can get them. I am not sure though because the money I have to send out to pay the bills is more than I am taking home. So I have to figure out which bills I can get away with only paying part of. That is another thing contributing to my stress and depression. I was thinking about how much money I owe and how much I take home. I am completly screwed. So I just have to take it little by little. Well I have to get to work have a great day.
Bitch and complain time