Work, work, work...and love

I've been hard at work on my etsy art shop...no bites, but nothing new there. I've been really depressed about it for the past couple of weeks. The usual reasons, of course. So, last week I decided that I would start applying for jobs again. What did I have to lose besides free time? I didn't really expect any employers to call me back. I've been unemployed for almost two years now, and I haven't had any real prospects. Well, guess what? I was contacted not even 12 hours after posting my resume to a job sight. I was over joyed. I coordinated an interview within two days, and on thursday I was offered a job. A REAL JOB. I was offered a full time job making more money than my husband! But...I had to turn the offer down. I finally got a job offer, but I couldn't take it because I'm a full-time student. This is my last semester at the community college, and in December I'll have an associate degree. It's important to note that the only reason why I went back to school was because I couldn't find a job in my field. I'm so angry about this! I was so tempted to drop all of my classes. The drop deadline is November 1st, and it would have worked out perfectly.

Except, not really. I wouldn't be graduating in December, and this would set me back by a whole semester. I called my mom at her job to ask her what I should do. I expected her to yell at me for being stupid enough to turn down a job in this economy. She didn't. She told me everything that I felt in my heart. "It's not worth it. You can get more money."

My husband felt the same way, but I could tell that he was a little disappointed. I don't blame him. He's been supporting me since I was laid off, and I feel useless. I can't get a job in my field, and neither of my businesses are bringing in a consistent income.

What can I do? The only thing that I've ever been good at was art, and I can't even make a living doing that. That makes me...worthless. I've been working super hard for the past year: going to school full-time, working (below a living wage), and trying to support myself making art and jewelry. Yet, I have nothing to show for it.

Then, the weekend came. On Saturday, not only did we take our daughter Trick or Treating, but we also celebrated the 1st year of our marriage. After weeks of crying myself to sleep, that day made me cheer up a bit.

Mayoree played the role of a not so happy devil :)  BTW, this is not a costume.  She has horns, and a tail all the time :-)

The cake, courtesy of my dad-in-law.  I told him that I wanted a cake that was creepy, and had blood splatter and dripping blood.  He said he made the 'blood' using granulated sugar and red food coloring.

We also had a chance to pig out on snacks.  Mayoree ate a ton of candy.  She stayed up until 2 am watching scary movies with us.

So, I have to say that the weekend really improved my mood.  I didn't get a chance to work on any art, but I enjoyed myself.  I'm still trying to get over the flu, but I'll live.  I think that I may have pnemonia....but I don't have the time to go to the doctor.  Maybe next week.  I just hope my inhaler lasts until then.


BTW, this is me and my husband from our honeymoon last year.  We had a TON of fun in Toronto.  It's the coolest place on earth.