tombigbee = jodi's fucked

i am so fucked. it's not even funny. long tedious upsetting story made short... i was laid off of my job last december. i got a package and quailified for E.I. from the feds. i got a letter from hrdc saying my claim was for xx amount of weeks and was available to me until february 2006. i misinterpreted the government-speak and took it to mean that the amount of weeks i was eligible for took me until february.

well. i was wrong. o-so-wrong.

i got a notice in the mail today that told me my benefits were ending soon. i thought to myself, 'yes, in february, thanks for the long warning, twits.' i called and got the bad news that i have only 2 more weeks of benefits left. that means when i file my claim next friday i am without money.

i am also currently without a job.

so you see

/////// i . am . fucked ///////

luckily, i was able to get on the phone and arrange some potential data entry work with a former employer. see, i'm not unemployable. THEY love me. even if no one else in the hiring market does. so i could be drastically under-employed, but at least i would be employed. somewhat. and there is a potential GREAT piece of news out of this too.... my former employer is on the verge of signing an agreement with another organization to start and run a new venture. and if that is the case, my old employer would hire me on full-time as a supervisor to hire and train new staff and set the procedures up. i want this to happen. please....

also, i was on a job interview yesterday afternoon and it went well. it was for a project manager for a canadian company that sells downloadable tracks and provides e-commerce stores to other companies that are looking to sell music online as well. it's not my dream job, but it is in music and it is project management - which i am quite good at (if i do say so myself). cross your fingers and toes and boobs / balls (if you got 'em) for me.

to sum up... the lyrics to tori amos' song 'tombigbee' really fit my frame of mind right now. so, without further ado :

To you it's another day
to me it's a grim reaping
just another shooting star
strung out on your wire

prick my finger
on his virgin silver
he took me raw, Ginger -
it carmelized me

Tombigbee, Tombigbee
help me hang these bones
gotta hang these bones out to dry
he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly, low
gonna hang these bones out to dry
dry, dry, dry

oh, you do it, man

Got a blackberry stain
and they're not even in season
if you're not yet a woman
you got no business playing at this

Tombigbee, Tombigbee
help me hang these bones
gotta hang these bones out to dry
he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly, low
gonna hang these bones out to dry
dry, dry, dry

oh, you do it, man

so you get done
then you get some
sure enough, it won't hold you for long
then you say "right.
this is all mine"
but hasn't your donor card expired
from Blueridge to Cattail
on the prairie
from fly over country
back through Mississippi

I said go, man you go
well you raise me twenty
I'm raising you five
hundred treaties signed by your father's lies

just go man, you go
cause I'm trailing her tears
the ones you won't hold
you roll me a carpet
roll me a carpet, boy
roll me a carpet from here to Oklahoma

Tombigbee, Tombigbee
help me hang this bone
gotta hang these bones out to dry
he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly, low
gonna hang these bones out to dry
to dry, dry, dry

I'll do again
dry, dry, dry

[music | tori amos, "tombigbee"] (if you don't know this song, find it and listen to it)