Slowly but surely updating

Wow. I'm getting a life back.

I've actually been working - not the job I had set up initially when I came down here, but one that I *like.* OK, that sounds bad. I'm running around the city fixing computers for... dum dum dahhh... Dell. Well, and Gateway. Sometimes it's a pain, sure, and my "actual" employer (service...) seems to not be able to get checks to me normally within a week... but I enjoy the job.

Yes, I'm certified... er, dell certified. I tear apart desktops and notebooks and (usually) fix them. And most times - a little perk for me - it's for schools. Yeah, it doesn't make a difference financially that it's for schools - but it makes me feel better.

WHo knows, after a year or so (I agreed to stick around that long,) I might work directly for the schools if an opening comes up.

But - that said - I have my life beginning again.

It feels good.

Hey, another update...

Well... Figured I might as well update. Not like I should be *sleeping* or anything...

Moved again (oh gypsy me.) Back with mom (sigh,) back to Florida, where I was before everything went wrong... no, that's not fair. It's still how I feel, but... it's not Leah's fault she got sick.

Anyway... had an interview set up before I moved down even. Big contrast to the whole "search for months with nothing." Didn't get that job, or some others, but I've only been here... three weeks? Not even, moved down the 5th. And I'm working, doing PC tech stuff, which I wanted to do. Little to no office work, all driving around, replacing, reimaging, good stuff...

Hope it lasts. Or I don't go nuts or something... I need A/C in my truck. Too damn warm down here. :D

I did also start drawing. My drawing sucked horribly... now, not so much... and hey, I don't even have a "process" yet. Blah. I can't say I know what I'm doing... but I sorta like the results. I really need to get my butt into figuring it all out...

Update? Me?

Another long time, no update.

I'm divorced. Have been for nearly four months now. All the emotional shit aside... I guess I'm all right. Pretty much got past that - Leah acting so... strangely, almost hatefully at times to me really helped me not miss her much.

About a month of being a basket case and I was working on starting over - just in time for a friend's life to get hectic...

what fun that was.

Moved home, to Wisconsin. That lasted two weeks. I couldnt' handle my family at that point, so I moved to Ohio with a friend who "had a job lined up." - that didn't work out... so I'm on unemployment. He's now talking about his girlfriend and her kids moving in (and I dont' think he knews what he's getting himself into - this is the first actual relationship he's had) ... so I might just be going back down to florida.

When the hell'd I become a gypsy?

Life, as it were

Right now... I hate my life.

My marriage ended on the sixth. This after about two or three weeks of staying with my (now) ex and mother in law.

We'd talked about this for a while. And I'd have been more than happy to stay friends with her - but the moment I walked in the door, I got nothing but dirty looks and attitude from her.

Now, if I had been out sleeping around on her, I'd understand. (Hell, she probably would have, too... we haven't exactly had a physically close marriage - or emotionally, forthat matter - in quite some time.) But I was always faithful to her. I'd lost jobs over trying to care for her, being concerned for her.

I'd done nothing to warrant that attitude... but I got it.

A week and a half later, after thedivorce (March 6 for that - 8 if you want the official paperwork-signed date) she had a seizure. I slept through it - I was on the second floor, she and I weren't sleeping together - haven't for a long time. I came down the next morning, she wasn't in bed, I made breakfast for myself, assumingshe was in the bathroom or womething. Her mom said NOTHING. A few hours later, I came down again - still not there. "What happened to her?" "She's in the hospital." Well thanks a fucking lot for telling me that BEFORE.

Doesn't matter that the house has no real heat. Or is drafty as hell. Or that the weather was changing. No, obviously my staying up and out of the way, going looking for work, etc. was stressingher... and caused the seizure.

So I got kicked out of the house. With about two hours notice. Slept in the truck one night, got my unemployment check and drove, panicked, to Wisconsin to be with my family... where I'm given two weeks to find a job and apartment...

I have a friend elsewhere - someone I've known online for a year plus - offering his apartment (wanting to split rent) and lining up a job... and my family's telling me not to go. Yet sittinghere, I'm nothing but reminded of how big a failure I am...