It's that time of my life again when husband's driving me bonkers with the television on much of the time, and I'm reluctantly listening to Pawn Stars, Swamp People, Larry the Cable Guy, and Tennessee Pickers...this house not spacious enough to mercifully escape out of ear shot.
Husband's in a look-for-a-job mode, as he's been informed by his employers that they aren't placing him in another job in another area after all, even though they claimed they were...they told him to go on unemployment...so sorry...goodbye.
State worker's rights are going down the drain with the next legislation, so I'll be joining the ranks of most that constantly live in fear of losing their job...whoopee do; and this state seems to be gung-ho on eliminating most jobs and starting all over again from scratch.
When I was young I bounced back over and over again, but I'm joining the ranks of medicarians in less than a month and my bouncing back days have come and gone. I think I would more likely land with a thud and just lay there...my spring done sprung.
I'm looking old in this world of age discrimination protection not worth the paper it's printed upon. I'd need a trim and a tuck and a return to blondie dye jobs and a generous dose of light reflecting make up. I so do not need this!!!