Date: 2009-02-17 00:29 Subject: Life Happens to Suck Security: Public Mood: agonized Music: 'Pajamas Get In The Way'... I think.

I don’t use this blog much to complain about how much my life sucks, because life is actually pretty good. But today, I’m going to make an exception, for two reasons.

First of all, I am out of work, though not actually unemployed. I work for a contracting firm, but the government contracts I work on ran out, and thanks to problems at their end, they have not yet been renewed. So I am still getting salary and benefits, but I am on enforced vacation. I don’t want to think about what will happen if it runs out, which will happen next week if nothing changes. As it is, I’m in danger of having to bail on a trip to Yellowstone Park this summer due to having to use too much of my vacation time on this hiatus. My boss is doing his best to find work for me, one or two days at a time, and sometimes he is successful. It seems that tomorrow will be such a day, as I’ve been asked to come in to work. And maybe tomorrow the contract situation will get settled and I’ll be back to full time. Then I have to see how much overtime I can get in through the rest of the week, because every extra hour I work will be an hour of vacation time I didn’t have to spend last week. This leads to the situation where every waking hour not spent working is really costing me vacation time, but that’ll be preferential to how things are now. But even so, life will still suck because…

I have a toothache. A really bad toothache, so bad that it’s making my whole jaw ache. I went to the dentist today (having scheduled the appointment three months ago using psychic powers, apparently) and it looks like one of my wisdom teeth has finally turned against me. I could have gotten it pulled today, but I’ve heard enough horror stories about the aftermath of such extractions to get me to put it off. I’m in a lot of pain, but I can function, and I don’t know if that would be the case if I get that tooth pulled. Supposedly the drugs you get are really good, at least do-not-even-think-about-getting-behind-the-wheel good. And with the employment situation, I can’t afford to be in a state where I can’t work, if work comes up (as it did, apparently.) So I scheduled it for Friday. I’ll miss some work hours getting it done, but after that is a new time period, and spending the weekend in a drugged-out haze won’t cost me any vacation time. Until then, I have to do my best to endure both the pain, and not being allowed any sweets (which will aggravate the cavity.) I’m not sure which one is worse.

In conclusion, Life is Pain. Does this make me emo?