My New Favorite Phrases

So Chris and I have been in Idaho Falls for about a week now and my new favorite phrase is "Idaho Sucks." We found a great apartment the day before we moved up which was a load off and Larry was kind enough to help us move. Everything was set in motion, but I still haven't been able to transfer through Walmart or find a new job. Walmart is one call after the next. I spend probably 30 minutes everyday with a different person trying to get my transfer through. I've gone into the Ammon Walmart twice to verify that I completed the transfer request correctly. If the system isn't working the managers have this great skill of blaming the employee... Walmart standard of course. I am about ready to give up but I need a job. I've had two jobs for the past two years or so and now all I have is the empty apartment, a few hours with Chris daily, and the internet. I've been reading some great books, but I just don't get why I am not appealing for employers on paper. I've submitted my resume two at least a dozen different companies and haven't heard anything from anyone. Not one single phone call. I thought Idaho Falls would be a chance to get out of my retail slump but it seems like Walmart (if it ever goes through) will be my damning saving grace. Crazy how that works. I am a mindless blob while working for Walmart, but now I pray that I'll be able to start working soon. Life is ironic, and karma is a bitch. I just don't know what exactly I did to deserve it. However, I could take the other road and claim that humans are not pawns to fate, but rather the determiner of our fate. To be in control would be great, but I honestly don't see it happening.

I have also been emailing the English Chair of Education Dr. Gantt to find out anymore information on my last English credit, and she is useless. The best she can give me is... "at the end of May we might have some information." She denied the possibility of a directed studies course over the summer stating "professors don't agree because they don't get paid" but the douche is the instructor for an online directed studies course... She has to be getting paid for it if its a collectively organized online course that students can sign up for. It would have worked perfectly but somehow she thinks waiting for an online course would be better. I feel like perhaps if I go into her office blubbering or screaming at the top of my lungs she might have listened. But I'd end up in the hospital. It seems like a lost cause, but alas to graduate I need to pester someone into a decision and I've set my sights on Dr. Gantt.

Sitting at home day after day getting a few meaningless tasks done doesn't help my psychological state or my happiness in Idaho. Perhaps God has given me this down time to work out all my emotional contradictions, but I'm just creating more. So the next time you see me, if I have a shaved head and 50 facial piercings you'll know what I filled my down time with.