The Rat Race

I hate working and not being home with Gracie. I got used to making us breakfast, watching morning cartoons, and uh...going BACK to sleep....haha. I have gone through 2 jobs already this year and I kinda feel bad. But I cannot afford to stay home. Home Depot is by far the WORST company I have ever worked for....so unorganized, never had enough staff on the schedule....made me work in the garden center in ALABAMA, land of humidity....ugh....and then there was Chris Myers AutoMall. If I had my way, I'd still work there...Here are the reasons why I do not:
1. Daphne is a bit more than a skip and a jump from my home is West Mobile
2. My car's license tag is from NC, and has been expired since...March?
3. My insurance lapsed because I thought that Carmax {the lender on the vehicle} was going to come repossess the P.O.S and I did not see the point in throwing away MORE money on that lemon.
4. The car is a piece of shit that has been in the shop or broken down in which Todd attempted to fix it OVER TWENTY TIMES since I purchased it in March 2006.
5. My starting wage left something to be desired, and therefore I could not justify spending so much gas money and keeping up maintenance on the car just to make it to work...not to mention the ever-threatening risk of going to jail due to no insurance and expired tag.
Need another reason?
It really blows because I am one picky bitch and it is damn near impossible for me to find a job hat I enjoy...and I really liked working in the BDC at the dealership. We did data entry, follow-up calls for the salesmen, made copies...etc. Your basic clerical position. I tried to find something like that here in Mobile, to no avail. So, rat race, here I come. I am so tired of pounding the pavement, getting resumes sent out, pointless interviews...I just a want a fucking job! Is that too much to ask? I have thought about babysitting, cleaning houses/offices...pet sitting...you name it. You would think it's not hard to find clients, but when you live in a town {much less a state} where you can count your friends on one hand...makes it a little difficult. Guess I'ma have to suck it up and go to Mickey Dee's or try my hand at waitressing again. {Gopd help the general public} You're probably thinking, I wish that bitch would stop her sniveling and look on careerbuilder.com, monster.com, craigslist....trust me, been there, done that. I check them regularly and submit applications every day. I have probably done 15 today. I just talked to Todd and he said the loan company wouldn't approve us...so now, not only am I without a job, we are probably going to default on some of our bills, including the rent. What a day....why didn't I stay in bed?

Fresh Meat!

So after careful consideration, I thought I'd try my hand at the whole blogging thing. Not that I have anything interesting to say, or that anyone might even take the time to read my ramblings.....but what the hell. Fuck it right? What else do I have to do? I have found that it's easier to sort out your feelings by writing them down...plus I'm a virgo and I tend to analyze every little thing so...back to justifying what I'm doing here.. Gracie is asleep so this is my free time. Granted, I should be cleaning this pigsty {"Should" being the operative word}
Okay now what? It's funny how the mind works. Five minutes ago, I had tons of ideas floating around in that sad excuse for a brain of mine, and now it's gone blank. Guess I'll start with the basics. I'm Amanda, aka FatBitchwithRedHair. I don't think I'm THAT huge, but my ass is out of this world. Like, it has its own zipcode. Speaking of fat, I seriously need to get motivated to start exercising. You'd think all the motivation I'd need would be riding on 22's. If you don't get it, I ain't tellin' ya ;) Forget eating right...life's too short for that crap. I have no discipline...which is where my blog name came from...remember that song by Silverchair where the lyrics go: "fat boy, wait 'til tomorrow?" Me in a nutshell. I used to look pretty good, but that's before I popped out two kids {yes I am STILL using that as an excuse, mrs. magoo!} I live in a nice, flat neighborhood, I have a stroller, and a kid to sit in it. I really should walk around the 'hood while it's so hot outside and sweat some of this lard off my body.....ahem, anyway {remember what I was saying about me being pro-procrastination?}...I would like to take the time to also tell you about my family. I have a 5 year old named Ivy who lives in NC. Once again, if ya don't get it....don't ask. I have a baby girl named Gracie and she is what keeps me going. She turned one year old in July and has mastered the art of walking a few months ago, and has now proceeded to destroy my house. But that's okay. More about the kiddos later. Trust me, by the tiem it's all said and done you'll be tired of hearing about them. Todd is my significant other. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky to find someone who works a steady job, helps me clean, takes the very best care of Gracie.....and then sometimes I wish murder had no consequence. Just kidding. More from the dark, sometimes a little crazy place that is my mind...