Just when we thought things couldn't get much worse, things do. Sort of. It's been a rough week and it doesn't show signs of letting up soon. I wish there was a "TV Guide" for life. That way, I could look ahead to, like, next Wednesday, see what's going to happen and then I can prepare for it. Now, if only I could find a way to "tape" days that didn't look too promising. Hmmm...

Well, the housing situation is quickly going down hill. Last week, I called a financing company that was recommended by another financing company (who declined us, by the way) because they were "more aggressive". Well, when we hadn't heard anything by yesterday, I called to check on the status and guess what. Yup. Declined. Our credit score was too low. They require a minimum of 600 and we have a 532. I don't know if that's good or bad but it's fuckin' annoying. To top it off, the wife's been looking for rentals. Nada. She found one guy who has a mobile home for sale or for rent, but he's wanting almost as much for rent as we pay now. That's why we're trying to get the fuck out of here, we can't afford the rent. Our only other option is to have my parents (read dad) apply for the financing and list me as a co-signer. We may be able to get the financing that way. And I stress maybe.

And get this, apparently, in this country, you can get busted for following the rules. Yes, you read that right. Following the rules. Monday, my boss, a co-worker and I were in the rental hall working on one of the room dividers. Our rental hall is huge, but it can be divided into 3 different sections. We have these 2 big accordion-type dividers that come out of the wall and extend the width of the room to "divide" it. Novel huh? Well, these things are almost as old as I am and they're falling apart. So, we're repairing them. Well, actually, my boss is repairing them, I'm standing around looking like I'm working. Anyway, talk turns to traffic and I mention how, when I'm driving on I-595, I go the speed limit, even though cars are blasting by me. That's when my boss tells me that, even though I'm obeying the law and going the speed limit, I can get pulled over by the Highway Patrol and be issued a ticket. For going the speed limit? For obeying the rules??? Apparently so. My boss then informed me that I could get busted for "Obstructing traffic". What? Obstructing traffic?? I can get busted because I'm in the way of some impatient asshole who's, more than likely, on the goddamned phone to begin with. Shit. This world is going to hell in a fuckin' handbasket. And I'm steering.

Dammit. If my goddamned keyboard tray falls down one more fuckin' time, I'm throwing it through the fuckin' window! Shit! This always fuckin' happens. I had like 3 ideas for entries while I was at work today and now, I can't remember shit. Great. Oh well. I'll just stop now and try again when I have something worth while. Till then.

Da 'Bear

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