Monday, October 6, 2008

Caution! Grumblings Ahead!

This may come has absolutely no shock to anyone out there who has reached the age of, oh - let's say 30 - but life was certainly a heck of a lot easier when I was a kid and still living at home. Being an adult is not at all what it's cracked up to be especially when you have to start worrying about a lot more things then, oh - let's say blackhead removal! I would have hoped that the older I got, the easier life might get but instead it's gotten harder and I keep wondering when I'm going to be able to kick back and enjoy things a little bit? At what point do I get to say "hey, this is fun!" rather than "hey, this sucks!"??

Not living in a bubble or a cave, I am fully aware that the financial state of affairs here in the United States has gone to Hell in the proverbial handbasket and that the basket just seems to keep moving deeper into the bowels of Hell. I am afraid to look at my so-called retirement fund because I'm sure that the figures are even smaller than they were several months ago when I last looked at it and despaired of ever being able to retire. Jen and I joke about still dispatching when we're 30 years older than we are now but, truth be told, I don't think it's that far-fetched of a possibility most times! I just hope I'm still able to coherently broadcast radio codes without my dentures slipping too much when the time comes!

It doesn't seem to matter how many hours of overtime I work, I just can't seem to get ahead of the bills that keep snapping at my heels like a hungry pack of wolves. Somehow it doesn't seem quite right that I paid that electric bill last month and yet - there it is again - waiting to paid again this month! What is up with that? And why do I keep having to buy food? Why can't I just have a paycheck that's mine, mine, all mine and doesn't merely stop by my checking account long enough to say "how you doin'?" before it makes its way to other people's coffers? Where o' where is my economic bailout??

Granted, I don't need 700 billion dollars or whatever astronomical sum Wall Street needed to get out of its financial quagmire - heck, I don't even need seven million but seven thousand would sure be nice and put me in a comfortable place! If the federal government can bail out a bunch of financial institutions who lent money to people that they lured in, and who should have known better, then why can't they give me a low interest loan that I will eventually pay back to get me out of the bog of bills that I find myself mired in? That seems fair, doesn't it?

Unfortunately, though, the federal government is not going to come to my rescue, I don't seem to have any luck when it comes to Powerball, and I rather doubt I have any wealthy relatives that I've never heard of who are going to leave me anything in a will. Nope, I'm just going to have to keep working as much overtime as I can get and try to squeeze some hours into my part-time job here and there in the hopes that maybe someday I'll be able to retire and eat cat food from a can while living under a bridge with the other homeless.

Sorry for the down post, I tend to get like this after phone conversations with my ex who, all these years later, still has the uncanny ability to make me feel like crap. I guess I could have stayed married to him and avoided all of this single parent angst but truth be told, I really don't mind the overtime ... that much ...

17 comments:

  1. I know Linda...find you a rich man. That's it. Just saying. I feel your pain. Been there and felt the same. I do hope things get better for you soon. Big hug. :)

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  2. From your mouth to the politicians ears, loud and clear!
    let them have it.

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  3. I second EVERYTHING you just said, my friend!

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  4. Linda,

    Fear not, I have a lovely spot picked out for us under a dry bridge in California; however, don't count on any canned cat food - dry is far cheaper!

    I'm done. Enough for me!

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  5. I keep screaming "Where's MY bailout?!?!"

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  6. It all sucks doesn't it... gads the crazyness of life... yecky... good post!! I love rambles and thoughts..

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  7. So how many new dispatchers do you think we'll have to train over the next 30 years???

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  8. Yup, there are days I wish I never grew up...

    Hugs!!!

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  9. keep playing powerball.

    when you win take out a contract on the ex.

    (not really...just sometimes it seems like a good idea...)

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  10. I guess I could get by with a $700 billion bailout.

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  11. Well what did you expect? I mean, that's life - you work. And work and work and ,again, work. The only way for an average person to lay back and enjoy himself is either if he wins the lottery, inherits a lot of money or retires.

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  12. No! No! No! Do not speak to Mr. Ex! Never! It took me 27 years to get mine gone and I'm keeping him gone!

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  13. Sorry. I read that sentence and forgot everything else you wrote.

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  14. You and me both... Viaduct here we come. It seems that sometimes my check doesn't even stopped by to say hi.

    Oh well, at least I'll be in good company. I'll bring the Fish Surprise and you bring the Chicken Medley.

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  15. well, if it makes you feel any better, my mom used to always get diarrhea after talking on the phone to my dad...for years and years (like 20) after the divorce.

    you know...I"m not sure why that would make you feel better.....but it's true all the same.

    So, to misquote one of my favorite Mel Brooks movies..."could be worse..you could have diarrhea"

    somehow that just doesn't come out right does it? just a little too runny.....well, actually it stunk...but I TRIED!!

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  16. Loved the above comment!
    I'm getting kind of scared about all the financial mess. Not just here but all over the world! I guess Iran and the UAE will have all the money and drop-kick the hell out of us. It's pretty bad when you read that Iceland is almost broke!
    And your ex - a pitiful little man.
    There.
    ~~~Blessings~~~

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  17. I hope writing this got those bad feelings out of your system. I have trouble being so forthcoming on my blog. I envy that ability you have.

    No more feeling like crap. You have so many people who care about you!

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