I'm really starting to get ticked off about the situation at job #1. Or should I say the lack of anyone telling me what's going on. I thought by now my writing situation on Sunday's would be settled. It isn't. Instead it's freaking up in the air and I have no idea what's going on. So for now I was given the advice to just keep doing my obit stories until I'm told otherwise. Sigh. I don't want to leave my job but if I don't get a full time gig here I'm going to have to hit the bricks.

Why is it when one part of your life finally feels like it's starting to get back on track, all of the other parts start to fall apart?

My life is so Bridget Jones right now it's not even funny.