WANTED: One grinch. Who included with acceptance of position.

O.k., so who wants to fill this? Any takers? I mean, on top of joining the chorus of naysayers and bad news breakers inhabiting my day today, you'd probably get to kick my dog and maybe enven set my car on fire.

Come on, you know you want to.

I'm so freaking sick of this town I can't stand it. This morning I talked to the editor that I thought was going to give me good news. She had left a message on the answering machine last night. I thought I was actually going to be brought in for a tryout and given a chance. Apparently, I thought wrong. She basically went over the laundry list of excuses as to why I couldn't get a job writing there (even though I wrote there for almost 4 years, part time) full time. It was the same load of crap I was given before.

Apparently if you aren't a Penn State grad fresh off the turnip truck or kiss the ass of the higher ups, you don't stand a snowballs chance in hell. F 'em.

*Sigh*

Well, I guess this kind of forces my hand now, doesn't it? I can't stay in this town anymore. I'm just sick and tired of busting my butt to try and get the job I want at a place I love, only to be told I'm not good enough. If leaving Pennsyltuckey, hell, even leaving the East Coast is what it's going to take then so be it.

On top of all this my grandmother was taken to the hospital today. She thought she was having a heart attack and called 911, because she didn't want to bother my mother. My mom called me while the ambulance was on the way to the hospital. Tests were done and it turns out, with the exception of a small heart murmur her EKG was excellent. So now my grandmother is going to be kept overnight for observatioon and some tests, then hopefully sent home tomorrow.

I swear to god, I can't handle one more thing today. One more piece of bad news and I'll probably go off the deep end.

Forgive me if I abandon the blog for a couple of days. My sister is back in town for her birthday and I must work all weekend. I also have a lot of soul searching to do.

If you want me, look for me here. Otherwise, email me and I'll get back to you when I can.

I need a hug. Or a lot of vodka.