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Life: Chapter 3

In my 20s, I was married and raising babies. In my 30s, I was single/divorced both with and without kids. Now I am in my 40s (+2) and it seems that a new chapter of my life is beginning.

A month ago, I started yet another new job. After being laid off from the insurance agency in February, I had decided that I wanted to get back into computer techie stuff. In the meantime, I took another insurance job because the computer job offers were not exactly pouring in. But one finally came through. And it is wonderful! Most of the people there, I worked with at my last tech support job. Unlike most new jobs, it was very familiar, very comfortable knowing most of the people from the start. Kind of like coming home. The job itself it great, easy enough to not stress out over, but challenging enough to keep it from being boring. And NO SELLING! Anything! No customer service and warm fuzzy crap. Just down to business, nuts and bolts fix the problems and be done with it. The callers are employees of a ginormous corporation. Of course, I do try to have fun with those who are in the mood ... comment on the weather, computer quirks, whatever. It can be loads of fun. But even the sour pusses are OK, I fix their stuff and they go away. Next!! So this part of the big change-up is great. Even the stress of learning a new job is managable.

Then, my daughter decided that she wanted to come live with me. Her reasons are varied, but well thought out and reasonable. I am thrilled to have her with me. I have missed out on so much of her growing up, and she is just a wonderful kid. My hope is that she is able to strengthen her relationships with both her father as well as me ... but it would be oh-so helpful if he would quit being an asshole and let her get the rest of her belongings, like her tip money she had in her room (which mysteriously disappeared after step-mom was in there ... go figure). It would be nice if they would let her buy the car she was driving. But it belongs to step-mom. Saying she can be unreasonable is a vast understatement. So I'm not even going to bother.

My son has graduated from high school, and we are now working on getting him into vocational school. At first blush, it appears that he is being a stubborn little asshole about it, wanting to do nothing but hang out with friends, get high and play video games. But unfortunately, it is bizarre bipolar shit that is de-motivating him right now. He is not taking his meds and is getting gradually worse. At his last doctor visit, the doc was very concerned at his condition. Those who have known him and how he copes with the world are very much on board with the idea that he needs to stay with me, that he is not ready to manage an adult life. That is something that may never change.

Now, with darling daughter with us, my two bedroom townhouse is way too small. So, I am looking for something bigger. It has to be in Oak Ridge, so my girl can keep on going to high school there, and stay close to her friends and activities. It's also much closer to work for me ... so the increase in rent would just about be offset by using less gas in the car. I am going to look at three houses tonight ... they sound great, but are a tad more than I was wanting to pay on rent. But when one has cats, it's hard to find rental property, and these are willing to let me have my furbabies. (I swear, kids are more damaging to homes than a cat could ever be!) It also has to be big enough for the three of us. And the cats. Damned if there just ain't much available out there!

This is a crapload of changes ... new job, family changes, impending bipolar crisis, move to another city ... my head is about to explode trying to figure out how I am going to get through all this and make it all work. Oy vey ... and then there are my aging parents. Calgon ... take me away!

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