I don't know that I have ever felt this much stress/depression. I don't know how much longer I can cope without biting some innocent person's head off. I try, I really do, to keep my temper too myself but sometimes just a little bit slips. I don't know when Jason is going to find a job. I don't know IF Jason is going to find a job. We have made it this long but it has not been fun and probably going to get worse if he doesn't get a job soon. He says he is determined to get a job by Friday, and while I appreciate the determination there is no guarantee. He goes places everyday. Almost everytime they interview him right then and then either say they will let him know or it will be a couple of weeks before they hire anyone, which if that was a definite it would be acceptable but no one says anything definite. He went up to Ernie's Plumbing which is a really nice company with benefits and all that and the guy (actually a plumber that came to our house a few years ago and did some work) talked to him and said he would really like to hire him but he is the plumbing manager so he has to talk to the dispatch manager and she was busy at the moment so he would have her call him. Then Jason called her today and she told him that she would really like to hire him but Ernie said he wanted to hire someone that speaks Spanish. WTF? This is America people! Is that allowed?
I just don't know what else to do. I am at a loss. It effects my sleep, it effects my mood, its starting to effect my work and even my marriage because we are both on edge. I know, I know, it will all work out. But when? Before I lose my house or after?
