I am in a pissy mood.

Or at least, I was. But I think I'm doing better now. Might wanna ask me next week. For those of you who don't know, my recent job which was not supposed to be seasonal turned out to be. Now, I expected it. I truly did, because I can honestly say that iI didn't believe a word the manager said after I worked there long enough to get a feel for her. I was beginning the process of seeking new employment, but I wasn't fast enough, cause I got the word today that after Saturday, my services will no longer be required. Merry Christmas! Nothing like 6 days notice, right? Oh, I'm sure that's just how things work, but honestly, I'm a little offended by her complete lack of tact and consideration. My husband says there's no immediate pressure and I may as well wait until after the holdiay season, but screw that. I'm going out tomorrow to see what's available. He wants me to temp. I don't think temping is that reliable. I want something steady, Monday through Friday 9 to 5. Damn, do I need to get back to school. Sigh. 25, and where's my future at again? But there was a bright spot in my day. My family, who graciously came to visit over the weekend despite the fact that I worked almost all of it - snuck out of work 3 hours early for too...if I'd known about the early dismissal, maybe I woulda worked thouse hours after all - brought my son in to see me today, and he had some flowers in hand for his mommy. He makes every day worth living, no matter what goes wrong. There is no greater joy in my life than my Brodie.