Another Chance?

I have, lately, been experiening that utter feeling of helplessness that jellyfish must feel when they are tugged along a current without any nod to what they must be feeling. My hands are, indeed, tied.

I took a job at Plainfield North as a long-term sub covering a maternity leave for a special ed teacher. Until mid-October, I will make $101/day. After that, I will make $180/day. Go figure.

What I am going to do when this position ends around Thanksgiving, I really don't know.

In the meantime, I really need to find a place to move with me and Lia-Pia. It is more than time. I cannot bear the crap that my mother puts me through on a daily basis. It's a roller coaster ride of emotion all the time. I really just want to watch television, read, and play with my dog. Actually, I'm thinking that other than a few, select friends, I kind of never want to talk to anyone again. Unfortunately, I am stuck working and must endure people.

I know, I know. In order to win the Lottery, I have to play.