I feel like I'm a pretty smart guy. I feel like I know what I'm doing when it comes to most things.
I feel like I'm actually very hire-worthy.
But today I feel like a failure.
I don't know, maybe its the fact that a full-time j-o-b is eluding me.
Maybe its the fact that I got up this morning at 4:45 to go to work (45 minutes away) and halfway there they called to tell me I got low census for the day (ie. I got called off).
Whatever it is I wish it would just quit and start getting better. We're about to bring two little princes into our world and as of right now I'm already failing as a father by not being able to provide a steady income for my kids. Why won't anyone hire me? I've got a degree! I know all about respiratory. I can do other things as well but the other apps I've put in have seemingly been in vain. No calls, nothing.
If it weren't for my brother letting me help him lay hardwood floors and Ms. Nancy needing some things done around her new home I'd be in rough shape. I thank God for the odd jobs right now.
Getting called off work really bites - figuratively and physically. Figuratively because, well it just does.
And physically because I actually had to bite my arm when I was turning around to come home to keep Falkville from hearing me scream! I know it is not my supervisors fault. He's doing what he has to do to make the numbers right so he won't get hammered by the higher-ups. But it still infuriates me to no end. I've GOT to work, people!!!
Sorry for vomiting anger and disdain all over your monitor this morning. I had to vent somewhere and you were lucky enough to get to read it. Here's a (figurative) moist towelette for you to wipe with.
Pregnancy-wise, Miranda is still doing great. She was 27 weeks yesterday and we believe she's having some Braxton-Hicks contractions. Nothing to be alarmed about. It just tightens up and releases every so often. Not painful at all. No worries.
She says her feet are swelling a little. And this morning I had to put her shoes and socks on for her. :)
Sleep is not as easy for her anymore. And she is tired all the time.
Other than that, there's nothing to post really. Everything, so far, is going pretty smoothly.
Friday she has to drink some orange 'cola' before our doctor visit so that they can test her for gestational diabetes. Its a routine test. We should know something then or a couple of days after. Keep your fingers crossed and send a prayer or two up for us. With me not working full time, we need her to work as long as she can. I wish she could take off now, but there's just no way. Sorry, angel.
That's it for now... stay tuned!