This morning I got up, ironed my suit, sewed up the hems (short legs), did my makeup and spent $11.50 to get into Boston for a job fair. I'm not a huge fan of job fairs in general but after almost 3 months of being unemployed I'll do just about anything and this one claimed to have TONS of companies from around the Boston area represented.

It was wet, icy, and I walked around Boston and the subway in my fabulous new suit feeling happy and optimistic.

Got to the job fair to find 11 companies, 5 of which were "work from home with no guaranteed income or benefits" deals and the other 6 had no idea if they were hiring admin people because they all specialized in hiring sales people. WHAT A WASTE!!!

So then I decide, hey, I'm all dressed up, I'll go and check out another recruiting company in Boston and get signed up. So another hour walking around in heels, hair frizzing now, and I get to the company but their network is down so they can take my resume but thats it, I'll need to come back into Boston on Monday.

Then I call a recruiting agency I've been working with who has been NO help whatsoever about a job I saw posted this morning that I'm perfect for. They claim the job was filled a month ago and the posting was a mistake. Sorry.

So I get home, feet killing me, hair now an absolute rat's nest, to find a letter from the Revenue Department of Massachusetts saying they are auditing my partner for 2009 (she was paid 1 paycheck in 2009 as we moved here in mid December). She also found out that the big check we got from her government job now has to go back to them because they screwed up and cashed out her vacation without telling her instead of transferring it to the new job...and she won't have the vacation days back until its all squared away which won't be until June...not in time for our week long honeymoon in May.

It's dreary, I'm unemployed, life is sucking big time, our wedding plans are running amuck, we have virtually no money, no one is returning my phone calls, my greatgrandmother is inching closer to death every week (102 yo), my father has begun drinking heavily again, I wasn't able to get to the gym today, and all I want to do is drown myself in a big bowl of Vinny Testa's sausage angelhair pasta with vodka sauce followed by or accompanied with a large glass of merlot.

When it rains it pours...but what happens when its already pouring? Get a paddle?