Frustrations Venting All Over the Place!

I am so tired of dealing with the unemployment department.  I'm going to be very gracious and say they are simply doing a job but argh.  Seriously I put in my claim September 25th and have had nothing but problems since then.  Another rail against the machine is I'm having problems with the pharmacy I went to for the first time, Target.  I love Target, seriously, like get everything I can there.  I find them to be helpful and accommodating on returns (I'm the return queen).  Pharmacy not so much.  I had ongoing issues with a prescription, which I get a lot of medication, and I finally just requested the prescription number so I can take the prescription elsewhere, I'm tired of dealing with people who simply have excuses and won't get to a solution.  I never provided my phone number, I gave an email address, and today got a voice mail from the pharmacy manager.  How the hell did they get my phone number?  Whatever, just ridiculousness, seems to be par for the course with businesses anymore.  People are certainly not happy just to have a job.

And of all things, someone I knew in New York, not a friend exactly but a man I knew, he was let go from his long time job, has no close family and came out to distant family in the state you are from.  He moved to my city to make a new start, and killed himself in his car last week.  I overheard my dad talking about the incident with someone, being in a fairly small religious community means everyone knows everything.  I recognized the name and my dad explained what happened.  He was actually the minister for the wedding of my best friend in New York.  It's distressing, more because I'm sad that he didn't have anyone or anything to live for.  He was a special person, touched really, but lovable and a loss to this world.  Bible says death is our enemy, never feels more true than when someone chooses it over us in this world.

So first post on T-Bone, which I'm realizing what a good moniker that is since he is being boneheaded.  As you texted me over the weekend regarding two and his boneheadness, makes me realize that sometimes we just can't understand what guys are thinking.  Exactly why did T-Bone move all the way across the country?  Was it really to convince me to date him again?  If he felt like his actions from years ago weren't right, why didn't he do anything different this time?  Wasn't okay to let sleeping dogs lie?  He recommended Paper Heart to me, as well as a book I just finished reading.  On Friday, I texted him that I had finished both the book and the movie and great recommendations.  I didn't expect a response exactly, I didn't ask a question or anything but it still bugs me that there is no response in the big picture.  Why start something that can't be completed?  I'm sure you're feeling that as well in your situation.  I guess we don't always know what's going on and maybe if we had all the info, we would better understand.  At least that is what I'm sticking to.  At this point, I don't feel the need to contact him while I'm in New York in a month.  Any thoughts for or against that?

One more thing since I'm venting frustration, is that someone I know is having medical issues, sleep problems specifically that are either causing overdrinking or the overdrinking is causing sleep problems (not that I am a doctor, both issues are simultaneously occurring).  Once a friend, many things have occurred since then, we haven't seen each other in like 5 years, but he and his wife recently moved back here.  Seems this guy has fixated on me and I'm feeling pressure to go see him "to help."  I feel so petulant even writing this but I don't want to go!  Not that I have to because I'm a big ole adult.  I've been in bad straits and this guy, in particular since I specifically asked him and his wife, did not come when called.  And I'm not particularly kind with people who don't do anything to help themselves.  Life can suck sometimes, I've been handed much more pain and suffering than I ever imagined I would have, along with a body that just doesn't want to work properly.  My friend Erik told me you'll have to work twice as hard to get half as much and nothing truer has been spoken.  I would like to think I have compassion for tough situations.  I can sit and commiserate with anyone.  But at the end, we have to get up (even if we need our friend to lean against as we get up on the cobblestones of Philly ;-)) and keep walking.  Isn't that Johnnie Walker's slogan?

Kitten alert: They are very adorable.  I get woken up most mornings when they are hungry since all the other cats like kitten food, apparently it's fatty and tastes good, not that I would know that personally.  The kittens don't cry or anything like that.  They come and sit in front of me, touching their nose to my face and their whiskers wake me up.  Freaking adorable.  I should have discovered kittens years ago!