Apologies for the length, this has just been a screwy time in my life and writing it out helps make sense of it all.

So, this has been a fun weekend. My job interview didn't pan out, courtesy of the Enneagram. First two interviews, fantastic! After I took that personality test... "Thank you for your interest, but..." They're fun (Enneagram, MBTI etc), but I fail to see how they would be any use in a dynamic real world scenario. Apparently, that's just me.

I went ahead and scheduled a neurology appointment despite my lack of funding (A neurologist being the specialist I want to see the most.). With the appointment scheduled, I'll have waited six months to see them. If I wait for funding approval, it could be a full year. Added fun: If I don't get funding by appointment day, I could very well be on the hook for $1000 because I'll likely need imaging given the nature of the problem.

Finally, an issue that is genuinely my fault, but the city decided to take to 11. I had some financial obligations to the city that I needed to address. I had planned to address it before tax day (sometime in March). I lost my job at the end of January and thing have been sideways from there (just started sharing alot of mental space). The amount owed, by the way, is $175. So, I basically get served with papers that say pay up by the end of the month or we'll sell your house. $175. It goes without saying that I can see the city and the bank (who will likely buy the property) salivating with dollar signs in their eyes, so I'm in a mood to shut this down quick. My problem is I don't have the $175 to spare, what with no employment or healthcare and benefits (if any) WAY down the line.

So, I go to my parents, who are close by and have the ability to help (particularly my dad). My dad, however, is the king of "what about" and was in rare form today. I told them my troubles and he decided to spend five minutes telling me how to clean my living room and how he would spot me money for cleaning supplies. I really hope the man just didn't hear me, because if he did, he responded to "Dad, I'm in trouble and need some help." with (in effect) "Well, better clean up for the new owners."

There's still a possibility of help from him. I'll ask again on Monday, but I'm reminded every day why I didn't want to come back to this town. (A very long story.)