Well, I'm excited. (<--sarcasm)

I was supposed to start a new job next week, so when I called up today to find out exactly what day I was starting on (temp service) the decided to tell me that the job had been cancelled.

Fan-freakin-tastic!

I am currently staying with a friend as I have no place to live, so I was kinda counting on the job to give me money to live somewhere after my deadline was up here, which is next Monday.

Now my only option is to wake up at 3am every morning and book it to the local day labor place and hope to god they send me somewhere everyday so that I don't have to live in my completely full tiny compact car with my overweight boyfriend. (I'm not small either, so it will be a tight squeeze.)

Go figure. That's what I get for counting on something and getting my hopes up. I know better really, but shit is so bad right now I really didn't think it was gonna get worse.

30 years old, homeless, jobless.....I'm so awesome.

And people wonder why I have issues. I just can't seem to get shit together, no matter how hard I try. And it's not like I have any help. The boyfriend is content to move from friend to friend and mooch for the rest of his life. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not content with that scenario.

Something's gotta freaking give already.

*sigh*