Thoughts of an unemployed dead beat

I have not been called to work for 2 weeks now and my unemployment has run out. I was hoping to get more hours from my part time job, but I've only averaged 9 hrs a week for the 4 weeks I did worked.

I heard they passed an extension for the 99'ers. Apparently not. I have mixed feelings about that any way. If they are getting these extensions by raising the deficit, I think it's wrong, even if it does benefit me. They should get it by cut backs, and we all know they could trim some fat. Personally, I would prefer a JOB. I need medical. I was turned down for individual insurance...not that I could pay for it if I could get it. I need to feel like I can pay my share. If it wasn't for Rich I would be living in my car. Now that I can't even pay for gas It would pretty cold. Some times I wonder how he is going to be when I don't have the unemployment any more and can't contribute. I'm about to find out. It's not like we are married and he has to deal with it.

I apply for work everyday. My resume states that I worked at the same place since 1976. That is a dead give away that I'm over 50. I can't help but think, it's a strike against me. It appears to most people that I'm actually older than 52. Taking into consideration that most people start working at real jobs a few years older than my age when I started at 17. My resume reads like I'm more like 55 or older. Plus, I've been out of the job market for 2 years. Then you have the people who are out of work and have degrees and I only have a certification. Who wants me when they can get someone with a degree and experience. I just applied for three jobs this morning. It's the 1st thing I do every morning. I can't just stop trying.

Still. no word from Accountemps. I wonder if they get paid by how many people the recruit. I know they have allot of people with degrees and accounting experience. I just don't think they should tell me they will start placing me in entry level positions and then never call or return my emails.

Now that I'm depressed...ENOUGH OF THAT!

I'm stalling to call my son's ex so that I can pick up my grand daughter. We are baking cookies at my oldest son's house. I make cookies every year with the kids. This will be the 1st year that Milaynah will be with us. She has finally reached the age that she will go with me without mom or dad. Her mom works 2ND shift and I don't want to be too early for her. This will cheer me up.

Last night, I made three different kinds of cookies, brownies, cheesecake-lemon bars and fudge. I sent two trays to work with Rich. One for a co-worker...Tom and his family, who have become close Friends...THEY RIDE...and one tray for the guys to enjoy with morning coffee. Rich had to drop off the tray for Tom and his family at their house because Tom was not at work this morning. His wife emailed me and thanked me for being a good friend, saying she has been sick and not able to bake for Christmas. It makes me feel good that it will help make things a little easier on her. I have 2 trays left, one for my son's house on Christmas Eve and one for our house on Christmas day.

I made the cookie dough for today last night. I've found in the past that the kids get bored easy. Young kids have such a short attention span. This way they get to do the fun parts...forming the cookie balls, cutting out the shapes, and decorating. We save these cookies for the family...it doesn't matter how much you tell them...no licking your fingers...someone will lick and put them freshly licked fingers back into the dough. This happens allot when we get to the frosting. Rich got to witness the whole thing one year when I did it here at our house, it was so funny when my grand daughter tried to give him a cookie. He really didn't want it because he had just seen her lick her fingers before handing it to him. I gave him a look and he knew he better suck it up and like it, whether he did or not. This is what being grampa is all about. You lie. The cookies were good...even with the licked fingers.