A lot transpired yesterday afternoon. Let’s just say we’re either in for a major change for the better or we’re about to be so cruelly teased.

First, he couldn’t find his grease gun that he said he left out knowing he’d need it. I get so pissed at him for constantly losing his shit. Even though he has so little now, he still can’t keep track of it. He is so disorganized!

While he was out tearing up the garage in search of the gun, Walmart left a message! Oh, how wonderful it would be if he could work there! The pay may be shitty at first, but they’d do raises, benefits, overtime and discounts. There’s so much opportunity there to be a supervisor or something, and if anyone’s qualified to do that, it’s him. We just hope they don’t tell him that yes, he can have a job, but not till April when the supercenter is open. Then again, somebody’s got to help stock all those shelves. That’s a job that’d certainly take hundreds of people. Just setting up the shelves alone would be quite a task!

My ear has been acting up feeling achy, so I guess it needs to be cleaned. I hope that’s all that’s wrong with it, but the worst that could happen is that I have a big old tumor growing there that’s going to kill me and spare me from a life of struggling and living where I don’t want to live, then getting torn down again when and if we ever did have money and a decent place to live.

If he got hired at Walmart, the easiest thing to do would be to stay here another year, then just move straight from this duplex to someplace in Redding, because Redding would certainly have a Walmart he could transfer to. I still dread staying here, because once again, they’re quiet now, but the stage is laid out for plenty of noise and chaos in the future. Knowing the potential is there and that I always have to worry about trouble moving in just like in apartments and the Phoenix house is stressful. I’m trying not to get my hopes up since things don’t usually go our way, but fate could be setting the stage to lead us to California like Andy set the stage, in a sense, by leading me to Arizona. If the horoscopes are right, then Friday, the day he’s to be interviewed, is not to be a good day. It talked of me looking for solid ground, but having the earth shift on me yet again. His horoscope was more positive, but I don’t really put much stock in these too-generalized things. God either wants us held back indefinitely or to finally move on. I’m sure we’ll get torn down eventually if we do move on, but maybe it’s not time to move on. Maybe this cock firing him will turn out to be a 7-year curse like the Phoenix sickos were.

The current package chase bullshit goes like this: the stupid, incompetent cock who’s really damn unorganized himself, sent it to the old mailing company. My guess is that they’d keep the package for themselves since we stopped going there, or return it to Bob. Naturally, Bob’s blaming Jeff for this screw-up, but no matter who’s to blame, there’s always a problem. Always. Things are being left out, things are being substituted, and now Bob, who said he thought the address looked funny, didn’t realize till later that my address hadn’t been updated on both their computers.

Instead of trashing them in their testimonials, I’m just going to dump them and hope the mailing place doesn’t return the package to them because Bob said he’d resend it if he had to. Well, I think I deserve double of everything, so if the mailing people say they either didn’t get it, or they give it to me by some chance, I’m going to tell Bob I never got it.

It really, really sucks that I’m so, so damn package cursed! I’m going to miss their incense and it’s going to suck not trying SOS, but I guess I’d rather be bummed over missing it than frustrated with the package chase game. I’m not a mail carrier and never will be. Therefore, it shouldn’t be my responsibility to get my own packages delivered to me. I know I’d only be forced to play package games with SOS too, if I ordered from them. They’d either lose the order, lose a loved one or have some other personal crises occur to interfere with things, go on vacation, fuck up the address, fuck up the order, or the mailman would fuck up.

I saw the pics of Janet Jackson exposing herself at the Super Bowl, then read the article where she was claiming it was an accident when Justin Timberlake accidentally “knocked it off.” What a bunch of obvious bullshit! Why would you wear a corset with detachable titties to a place like that in the first place, plus a nipple ring, if you weren’t going to use it and show it off? Plus, Justin was holding the tit cover afterward. If it was an accident, you’d accidentally brush it off and it would fall to the floor, not that all those snaps would “brush off” so easily. She’s such a slut! No better than your average male. I think she did it to take the attention off her equally slutty brother.