Daria, I won't be soothed Government robot 10-C (no shit, she said her name was "number ten, letter c" when I asked her who to fax my thing to) gave me a call about my unemployment benefit application today. I'm really upset right now. She said she wanted to deny me because I have a little girl, and that daycare is very hard to find for a baby so young, so that would impedede my getting a job. Fuck you, robobitch. So I proceeded to explain to her that my husband works nights, and he could watch her (I guess the Unemployment Office doesn't help people find daycare). Of course, we would never see each other in that event, but I didn't mention this to 10-C, because I don't think they've made robots that can feel emotion yet. And that wouldn't help my cause anyway. She also said that she didn't think my boss would have fired me if I had "begged him for my job back" after he hired the temp. FUCK you bitch. So- I called my boss, said yes indeed he thought this bitch was a bitch, that he knew she was going to pull some crap like this. He had told her that he needed someone to work nights, weekends, etc. during trial time, he knew I didn't have relatives in the area to watch Juniper and he also knew that daycare is exactly that: DAYcare, not night and weekend care, so he didn't think it was going to work out. So he hired someone else. I called her back and told her this. So she told me to fax her my list of job searches. So I made one up, fudging everything because I am a total lame-o and of course haven't applied anywhere yet (I emailed out a bunch of resumes today, hoping to do a little CYA). So. Not only do I feel bad for fudging, but I feel really bad knowing that we are so dammed poor and now I'm going to have to bust my ass to get a job, give up breastfeeding my daughter.... My ass hurts, too. I really want to do some drugs right now. |