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GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! It's bad enough that my boss decided to bring his old legal secretary back (after she told him distortions and outright lies about me) and that he thought it would be ever so easy for me to just find another job and in the meantime he could give me legal research projects to do (yeah, he gets maybe two a year!).
It's bad enough that I haven't had any offers (just heard a "after reviewing your file, we're pursuing other candidates" from an interviewer at a publishing company where I thought I'd done very well in the interview, and a "she's very bright with many good skills but with too strong a presence for a larger firm" from another interview at a law firm, again where I thought I'd done very well), and that I'm getting barely a nibble from any resumes, not even from the useless employment agencies, which have never done me any good, even though I have a B.A. AND a paralegal certificate AND years of experience.
It's bad enough that my last paycheck was over a hundred bucks short and it turns out that it's correct, they hadn't made a mistake, and that I'm not getting the vacation pay I thought I was because I misunderstood the policy, which means I'm really screwed when it comes to money (and, as a single parent, I can't be screwed for long, I just can't).
It's bad enough that I never thought my boss would do this to me, that I never wanted to leave or work anywhere else, and that I have to watch that conniving, devious, deceptive, two-faced bitch work in MY office everyday knowing that she could have had any other job she wanted, but she had to horn in on mine and tell lies about me to get it, while I'm banished to an office in the back that doesn't even have a fucking window (so I can start my legal research company with help from my boss, but that takes time to develop and I ain't got that kind of time moneywise, nor do I believe I have what it takes to be self-employed, I need the security of a steady income that I KNOW will be coming, like in regular paychecks).
It's bad enough that my boss (ex-boss?) had no idea, in his eagerness to bring the bitch back, just how difficult and time-consuming ANY job search is, that it usually takes months, if not longer, to find something. I can't go through another job search and nothing but constant rejections over and over and over, no matter how positive you try to be, I just can't deal with it again, and I tried to tell him that, to have him at least wait until I had another job. But he hasn't had to look for a job in about thirty years, so he has no idea. He thought with experience and a good reference, it'd be a cakewalk, which is bullshit, and I TRIED TO TELL HIM THAT! I just CANNOT DEAL WITH IT AGAIN. I'd rather drive my car off of a fucking cliff than deal with that again.
And NightTrain and I were supposed to have finally met halfway between our states in March, but we both discovered we were losing our jobs about the same time and now it's all up in the air because of money (EVERYTHING comes back to goddamn money, and I'm sick of it!), and I don't know when we can meet now and I'm gonna go crazy if we don't, soon.
No, all of that is bad enough. But what really, really, REALLY frosts my cookies is the goddamned fucking ruthless heartless bloodsucking inhuman inhumane uncaring repuke freeper debt collectrolls who've started to harass me in earnest for money I don't have (even unemployment will be less than half of my salary, and that won't start for a few more weeks), not giving a shit that I don't have any fucking money, giving me the attitude that I must have the money, I'm just an irresponsible, no-good deadbeat who's sitting on a pile of money I'm refusing to give them so they can make their fancy commission off of the misery and misfortune of others.
Most collectrolls make tons of money, much more than those they harass, by harassing people who don't have any money, who are sick or unemployed and unable to find something else, etc., etc. I've written before about how the medical collectrolls are harassing my aunt and uncle, who has what is probably terminal cancer, and how they're afraid of losing their house, as well as others I know. Oh, sure, you can write them and tell them not to contact you by phone anymore in accordance with the Fair Debt Collection Act, but it's a never-ending game of whack-a-mole, get rid of one, another one pops up to take its place.
And you think they'd get the fucking hint that calling me six times in eight hours in ONE FUCKING DAY (we have caller ID and just let the answering machine get it) isn't going to work. Or leaving messages for me saying that "this is nicki hayes" or some such shit, and nothing else, which is supposed to make me think it's a personal call, that ain't gonna work either. And so many others I know who are going through a hard time have to deal with this shit from them as well, especially the goddamn medical debt collectrolls. Gotta keep those doctors and hospital CEOs in their BMS's, I guess. Line these fuckers all up against a wall and shoot them all!!!!!:puke: :puke: :puke: :puke: :puke: :puke: :puke: :puke: :puke: :puke: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :grr: :grr: :grr: :grr: :grr: :grr: :grr: :argh: :argh: :argh: :argh: :argh: :argh: :argh: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
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