Bitter Irony....

You know, I have to quit spending so much time thinking. Thinking is very bad for ones state of mind, especially when one is bordering on depression as it is.

Today I was pondering my current life situation, having moved down here to Corpus Christi to take care of my Mom, and also as a potential solution to all the pain my back has during the cold weather. This is supposed to be the "Texas Riviera" area, where the weather is always nice, and the water is always warm. I've never lived in a beach type area before, so I was REALLY excited about living here...But what is it that the good Lord does to me just within a month after I arrive here?

Lets start with the less than humane sets of rules this place has...like a credit check and requiring LOCAL work history before renting an apartment in town here. I was unable to get any apartment except this cockroach ridden dump I currently live in here in The Cliff. I must have been totally stupid to take the place, especiall considering that the apartment manager got attacked by killer bee's on the day that we started moving into the place.

Yesterday I was reading the classified ads looking for a potential part time job here (only if they can meet my physical limitations)and found a job which I'm actually overqualified for as a cashier at the local pool. Now they are running credit checks just to get a stupid cashier's job??? OMG! What am I going to do now?

Now, lets add to that the search for the West Nile Virus, a sickness that kills off great numbers of the beautiful water fowl that populate this region. I was looking forward to seeing all the neat birds down here, and hoping maybe even to see a bunch morelong legged birds other than Herons. West Nile will take care of that.

I'm in the Vets office today and see a notification for Skunk Rabies. Now I have to worry about my freakin' dog getting tangled up with a skunk because she might get rabies? That sucks.

And finally, the oil spill caused by the sunken BP rig that exploded a week or so ago. I realize that everyone is working their ass off to get this thing contained, but come on....this is my life. When I move to the beach, God has to do something to destroy my happiness and excitement over it. My folks are telling me that we are in for "Little balls of oil washing up on the beach. Even if that's all that happens, it's still going to make the beach look really gross... It just figures.

Bitter Irony....sigh.