Delay of game

I’m turning into a housewife. For the first time since I was… 19, I am unemployed. I had intended to get in some quality loafing before signing up for temp work. Today I took the stepcat to the vet, tomorrow I’ll probably end up taking Roommate’s car in to the dealer for a flat repair, and I’ll also likely be scheduling and implementing stepcat’s surgery. Poor woobie has a cyst that keeps ballooning on her lower lip. I’ve also been cleaning house and talking to the pest control guy, who stuck a glue trap in our water heater closet (yay, being kept up by squeaking stuck rodents!). I’m just waiting for my Official June Cleaver Club kit to arrive, thank you.

Yeah, no kids. But if you have to be a housewife, do it without the kids. Otherwise in addition to the boring to-do list above, there would be boring details about soccer practice and homework.

Anyway, the county is wrecking my launch into my new career. Turns out that every clinic and agency in town (all the ones I’ve called, anyway) relies on a county contract, and since the county has frozen their own hiring and essentially everything else related to mental health, any clinic/agency who isn’t the county also does nothing but collect resumes and apologize for the delay. I may have a relaxing summer.

Which I won’t really mind much. Wake me in July.