Welcome to Hell

So, I guess all that good fortune that was coming my way was just to build me up for a big fall. The new column...Yay! The new horoscopes job (that the guy who offered it to me has not yet called to confirm, so it probably won't happen)...Yay!

But there is a...Boo! coming, of course. I might lose my job, my real job, the one that pays for everything, sometime this month. Not just me, of course. Other people might lose their jobs too, but I might be in a group -- composed of me+other people -- who don't have jobs anymore.

And that is a thing I would call stressful. I mean, I get stressed normally. But this seems to be a greater level of stressfulness than I was previously acquainted with. And that sucks.

The worst part is, all my friends who just went through this are people who, you know, just went through this. And because my wait until knowing my fate is a paltry week and a half and theirs was two months, I really can't bitch about it. But I keep going anyway!

Europe is, temporarily at least, off the table. As are any other expenditures that aren't completely necessary. Milk, I will still buy. Watches and televisions, not so much. Chicago is still happening, because it has already been paid for and it's a work thing anyway. But until I know for sure about my job, there will be no joy in Muddville, which is what people call my cubicle.

Seacrest ort.