Atleast She Has A Job

I mentioned to you that I have joined the ranks in the unemployment line.

If you missed it here, maybe you caught it on Twitter or Facebook.


You don’t follow me on Twitter or aren’t among my friends on Facebook?

Well, why not?


You know I love having friends. The more the merrier. My friends make me smile, giggle, cry, celebrate and everything in between.

So follow me or friend me, either or both. Or neither if you choose.

But remember, I love my friends just as much as I love the comments they leave me on this here little bit of cyberspace I call Twisted Fencepost.

If you”re looking for me on Twitter, search for Fencepost.

Or if it’s Facebook you’ve logged onto, look for Twisted Fencepost.

I’m there.

Back to the unemployment line.

Tuesday, I called in to the automated phone thing and was told there was an unresolved issue and I must report to the unemployment office.

So, bright and early, Wednesday morning, I get Boo off to school and drive to the unemployment office.


Stand in line a few minutes.

Then I am greeted by a not-so-nice clerk/front desk person/receptionist, whatever you call her.

I tell her why I’m there.

She says, “Did it say you were approved?”

“Well, no. It said to report to the unemployment office. So here I am.”

She says, “You are approved, but it takes up to 4 weeks for the home office to approve the approval.”

“Okay, when I applied for unemployment, they told me I must do what the automated thingy says.”

And she repeats the whole thing again.

Three more times to be exact.

Everytime I open my mouth to ask a question, I get the same thing.

I am trying to get out of her if they need me for something or do I just ignore the automated thingy and go home.

But she won’t stop interrupting me with her “I’m tired of telling you this” attitude, and let me ask if I need to stay or go.

I realize that she probably gets this question 100 times a day.

But my crystal ball is broken and I haven’t perfected my ESP abilities yet.

All she had to say was, it is an automated recording just ignore it.

And with a smile, pleez!

Believe me, if my crystal ball weren’t broken, I wouldn’t even be there. I would be working at whatever job the crystal ball showed me.

This was in the A.M., can you imagine what her attitude was like by 5 P.M.?

This is a trying time for us all. And I realize that people may be a little short tempered.

But atleast SHE has a job.