When it Rains...

...it pours.

None of that sissy drizzle.

I signed paperwork today for Petco. I agreed to take their training course for canine education... but when I looked over the schedule for the classes they are ALL OVER THE PLACE.

Now here's the kicker- they're in Vegas AND 6 of the 11 classes are on days Nathan works!! HELLO?!?!

I specifically said: "I CAN'T WORK ON SATURDAYS, SUNDAYS, OR MONDAYS until my husband's shift changes!"

The thing is- I can technically attend the classes if we find a sitter willing to put T down to bed, or wake up with him in the morning... feed, bathe, etc...
...but that means I would be driving 254 miles a day, to turn around and do it THE NEXT day... and NOT BE COMPENSATED for it!!

Apparently, Petco doesn't compensate for travel or lodging! They expect me to drive 2,974 miles and not make any money for it?!?!?! HAHAHAHAHAHA. That's rich.

So I called and "spoke" with the manager who hired me and told her it will be impossible for me to do this if I don't get paid for my drive each time. They are lucky I have a friend who is more than willing to have me stay over... but seriously... that is freakin' ricoculous!

Already- I want to turn down the job. I know I can't. BUT I WANT TO!
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On another, pouring, note- my best friend's Mom has been in surgery for several hours now. Quadrupel bypass. Things were going OK until they tried taking her off bypass. Her heart literally fell apart, and the bleeding wouldn't stop. For over an hour the surgeon repaired and attempted, repaired and attempted, repaired and attempted to take her off bypass.

Now- the heart is staying together, and they expect to be finished in about an hour.

My heart is falling apart. I know how my best friend feels and it's more desparate than anyone can put into words. For now- I will just quote a song.

"What Sarah Said"

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breathes as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me

Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

So who's going to watch you die?

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I don't pray often, but when I do I mean it. I mean it...

Dear God,
Let Chelsea and Joel have the strength to carry on no matter what the news is. Please let their relationship grow stronger through these times, and let Chelsea know I am here for her and will offer my friendship, home, heart, and soul to her in a heartbeat. I love her and I love Joel, and I know that life really sucks sometimes but when a person isn't alone the hard times can be cushioned. Please help Chelsea accept love from all over, and help from the people that care about her most- namely me. Please let her Mom's path be understood and accepted.

Thank you.

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AND... oh yes... there is an AND.... Nathan has to finish the month off working in Mesquite. It's about 45 mins away, and one has to drive through "the gorge" to get there and back. It's 11 miles of twisty, canyon road that big-rigs like to FLY through. He works the night shift, so when he's on his way home he will be tired and subject to crazy rig drivers. Way to get my worry scale off the charts.

Uh...ya...

Back to Petco. ARG! I am so mad. If they can't pay me for travel, I can't go. Hands down. Can't go.

___::Phone rings, Chelsea gives news::_______

OK- so Chels's mom is in ICU. I will be taking care of their puppy (Chihuahua/doxie mix) until things get sorted out. I am not overly cracked up about it, but I know she is in better hands than somewhere else. It just means I have to watch Trevor with her. He's going to want to wrestle her.

I LOVE YOU CHELSEA!! I will do anything for you. For sure.


Until I find out more news on C's Mom or until something else news-worthy happens...

I will be pacing in my living room...