Fingers Crossed

Lawd ya'll, I've got so much to tell you, I don't even know where to begin. Let's start with the Asylum, shall we?

PG took a vacation day today so he could put in some job applications closer to home and he didn't care who knew it. He's been such a grumpy butt for the past two years, Lulu and I are already fighting over who gets to hold the door open for him.

It's sad that he was here when I came here, nearly 14 years go and I can't wait for him to leave. I wish him well in his future endeavors.. and I hope it's far far away from Frog Pond Holler.

Bossman.. well.. same crap, different day. His mood never changes, whether I book 100K or $2. The atmosphere around here is gloom and doom, all the time, no one's happy. There aren't enough anti-depressants in the world to make it bearable.

My job search continues. I've not heard back from that first resume' I sent in, but I'm still hoping, fingers crossed. I've looked into other online job options, most are scams or sound good in principal, but require monthly fees. I'm not giving up hope yet. I knew going into this there would be alot of muck to sort through to find legitimate online jobs.. and with all the critters around my house, I'm no stranger to sorting and slinging muck when necessary.

I'm clinging to the hope that I can find something from home. It just seems like the ideal solution, with Ma's condition and our remote location.

Speaking of critters, I've decided that the nice, large fenced in back yard with the spiffy new dog house will sit empty until either I find a new job working from home or at least start making extra money somehow. I don't want to have to lean on the Amazon anymore than I have already. I'm having huge guilt issues as it is.

That doesn't mean, however, that I've not been window shopping on Petfinder.

Just looking.. honest.

A small pound rescue group has listed a litter of St. Bernard puppies over in Big City that won't be available until the middle of next month. Oh and in Tennessee, there's a Great Dane, Bloodhound mix, already neutered, 120 pounds, who's only crime is a dislike for chickens.

A pup after my own heart.

But, just looking. It gives me incentive.. as if listening to the GM hock big, juicy phlegm loogies all day isn't enough.

Anywho... I need to go look busy. Ya'll take care and we'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!