Unemployment is a bitch.

THURSDAY—
I get up and feed bots and change a SUPER-MESSY diaper. I check email and someone brings to my attention about the similarities of my book cover to another book out there. I make a blog post about it, just to clear the confusion. (Don’t want to end up on this week’s “LYING IN THE GUTTER” as a swiper!) Kelly gets home and I head to work. I break down and get some pizza and after eating it, I instantly feel guilty. I learned my lesson. I work the shift and Walters texts me that they decided to have a bigfanboy show after all. So I call in and mostly listen. He’s out to Wondercon and telling us all about his experiences. I head home and check email and net. I ultimately decide to just change the Pleasant Life cover. I work on that while listening to the show and by 4am, its done. I upload it to the sites and fix everything. I pass out around 4:30am. (this would be the last day I would work in a porn shop, unbeknownst to me.)

FRIDAY—
The bots gets me up around 8:45am and I feed him. I lay him on the floor and nap beside him as much as I can through his squeals and howls. I wake up around 1:30-2ish. I check email and the wife comes home. She goes back out to grab the half of my check that I am using for my San Diego plane ticket, and food. I update blogs and play with Scott. I get my cash and head to work. I stop off at the post office to mail things to a couple people. Once at work, I realize my area supervisor is there. I get in and she doesn’t smile, and her hair is down. Immediately, I knew that she was there on a “bitch spree” as I fondly called it. I punched in and started work, after which my boss sheepishly comes over to me and asked where my work shirt was. I said the baby puked on it, so I was on my “business casual reserve,” as it says in the handbook that management can wear. She says I am to be sent home to change into it. I say I gotta wash it, so it will be a couple hours. She nods and goes back to the area supervisor’s side. I punch out and head home, telling my co-worker that I was being sent home cause I didn’t have my fuckin’ shirt. (that detail comes into play later). I get home, locate the one shirt and wash it with a quick load of other laundry. I take it out still partially damp and head back. Brian calls me on the way. Once I get there, I see my boss is still there. I knew something was up, cause she’s never there that late. I get in and she takes me to the back and says they are letting me go. Simply because of the comment I made outside (off the clock mind you). I nod and ask for some relevant information and a copy of my walking papers, which she provides me. I clean out my locker and say goodbye to my boss. She says very little and looked sad even that she was FORCED to fire me. I gave her a note I wrote to my fellow co-workers a couple weeks before when I knew it was only a matter of time before I was let go. I walk out, not saying anything to the co-worker who turned me in for what I said outside. (Although, people say FAR worse all the time, and I don’t know why I was nailed for it this time. Oh well. Why fight it all anymore?) I drive home, smiling and laughing, cause I know that the miserable job I had and hated for so long is now out of my life. I call Brian and the wife telling them the gist of what happened. I stop off at a couple gas stations, the video stores and a couple restaurants to grab applications. I also call my parents telling them what happened. I get home and apply online to a few more places and place a resume on some websites, hoping for a bite. The wife is quite understandably mad at my former place of employment but very supportive of me now. I guess we’re both nervous about the unknown. While, we’re happy all that negativity is out of our lives for good, we still are worried about feeding our newborn baby, with all our bills. Also, how am I gonna pay for comic con trips? All these things swirl in my head as I apply online everywhere and sit up watching TV (including the new BATTLESTAR GALACTICA), thinking about how happy/worried I am all at once. But once I convince myself that things happen for a reason and that I will score a new job soon, I feel better. I lie in bed and watch some Family Guy. I pass out around 3am.

SATURDAY—
Bots wakes me up around 9:20 and I change and feed him. I check email and messages, and no job offers yet. I take a nap next to bots on the floor as he watches TV and dozes off too. Around 1:30, I get up and re-check things. The wife comes home shortly after that and we feed bots again. They were doing a reset in the frozen section at Walgreen so she took advantage and snapped up some cheap ass pizzas and pizza rolls, cause money is gonna be tight for a while. Then we hop in the car and drop off the apps I got yesterday and get some new ones from various gas stations and restaurants in the area. We get back home and the wife and bots take a nap. I sit at the computer dinking around and watching the extras on my new ED WOOD box set I bought last week via ebay for $20. They wake up and I opt to head to Hardings and spend what little cash we have on some cheap, cheap, cheap grocieries to last us the week. I get back home and we eat some 20¢ frozen pizza. We watch a family guy and the wife decides to head back to the store to grab a couple things I missed. I update blogs and check the internet again. She gets home and we watch COMMANDO and get a good laugh while the bots passes out. She watches QVC for a bit and then goes to bed. I sit at my desk and decide to occupy my mind on other things besides my unemployment. I download some podcasts and listen while finishing this commission I was hired for this past week. I finish it around 2am and I am pretty happy with it. Instantly, I feel better. At least I haven’t lost that yet! If only I could find more ways to sell more commissions, I wouldn’t need a job! That time will come, I am sure of it. After I finish the commission, I send the digital file to the customer. I email tag with Fischer about podcast plans and times we can get together to chat. Around 3am, I head to the bedroom and watch some Family Guy. I got the shits, so I am up and down most of the night. I pass out sometime around 4am.