20 September 2010


So, I'd like to say life is going fabulously and I just have my moments. That's not exactly the truth. Life is good. My classes are going well. And I really like the online format, now that I am focused on what I really want to do (write.. duh). But, the area that is getting me down is finances. Am I broke? Not exactly. But, I will be very soon.

I took that job up in Orange County, with the intention of moving up there. But, as it turns out, it was costing me more to work up there then I was making. And, I couldn't afford to move. So, I had to quit. We're still not sure if this is going to ruin my unemployment claim. I'm currently waiting to hear from them and find out.

And, yes, I did get a job. The one I interviewed for the day I moved back down here. The teacher's aide position. But, it still hasn't started. Its been over two weeks. I'm ready to start working. The problem too, is that you only get paid once a month. So, at this rate, I won't get a paycheck for another 6 weeks. Talk about stressful!

So, my mom just told me to be careful what I write on my blog. That "the Navy might see it." Who gives a fuck? Seriously. Hopefully, they do see it, and they do see how frustrated I am with the crappy way this whole thing has been handled. Isn't there such a thing as free speech? I'm not writing anything bad. I'm not releasing any secrets. I'm writing, about my life. I'm doing exactly what I want to do for a career. Write. Actually, the more and more I write about this, the more and more frustrated I get.

I can understand not posting drunk pictures on Facebook. That makes sense. Because, really, who wants to hire a drunken mess? But, there's nothing on here about "oh I was so drunk this weekend." No. Because, that's not me. This is me, writing about my life. Take it or leave it.

If the Navy has a problem with this, then maybe I don't want to enlist?

1 comment:

  1. The Navy won't care. ;) They're not predictable like other employers. :P

    For all of 5 hours: I thought about commissioning into the Navy, too ... but that lasted all of 5 minutes. I'm too much of a girly girl. I can do the public affairs, but I can't do the military part of it. I know better: and I don't take kindly to being shouted at for any reason.