Okay, so I have a deposit in on a rental house in Jonesboro, GA. On the drive back the other day I saw a structure on the side of GA 85 that had some distictive architecture. I know there's a Hindu temple somewhere in that area and when I got home I checked on the net and sure enough I passed by a real Hindu temple. This will require investigation in the future.

So now it's packing, getting a moving company set up, and waiting for the money to come in. If it doesn't come in on the next paycheck cycle I won't be able to get said moving company, and the vast majority of my stuff will be stranded here until the money comes in. Meaning I'll have to keep paying my landlady here for this place AND pay rent on the new place. Or else Mom will have to help me pay for it all, which I simply find unacceptable. She's already paid off my car, it's not going to snowball any more. I'll live in Jonesboro with my computers and the air mattress again if I have to, and cart my books, kitchen stuff and clothes down in the car. I lived for almost 3 months here in Gainesville like that before my stuff got delivered here, I can do it again.

I've tried calling the Labor Relations manager for Atlanta twice to ask when I can expect the money, she hasn't called me back. What's the use of giving me your phone number and saying call if you have any questions if you don't answer when I do?

In the midst of all this, my neighbor at Radio Free Ross-a-Noodle who is trying to buy the house told me that someone had broken into the house there. Also the usual disconnect between GMAC, the realtor handling the case and real life -- the realtor not getting on GMAC's short sale system, lady at GMAC I had been working with now not answering calls, someone else in GMAC Loss Mitigation answering the calls, my neighbor worried that the house will go into foreclosure even though she's had her bid in for it on the short sale for WEEKS. And of course in the midst of all that, I'm going back to work in a new job and a new place with new people.

Considering I didn't expect my job back at all, I'm still trying to get my head wrapped around that one.

Am I happy? No. It's one thing after another and I keep waiting for it all to go away. My patience is wearing thin. I have no idea how long this job will last, and as I'm starting at the bottom again I'll be the first to go on the next round of cuts. I'm fragging tired of being told either you take this one option we give you or you're out of a job, and the options always seemed designed to screw me over and I'm expected to smile, say yes, and be grateful that my life is being disrupted like this. That's like being raped on the edge of a thousand foot cliff and thanking your rapist for not shoving you over and while he's at it feel free to do it again. Even when you're making close to $50k a year you have no control over your life.