Your Phone, the Law, and You

DA-DUM DUM!....rat-tat-tat-tat.....DA-DUM DUM!

Yes, I go to court tomorrow.  Actually, I'm not going anywhere.   I'm staying at home and CALLING into court.   Turns out, that when you have a beef with unemployment, you have to call in to have your dispute settled by a judge.

I'm not sure if I like this.    I think I might have rather appeared.  I'm saying that now, but I'm not sure if my nerves would handle it.  I mean, I haven't done anything wrong, I was nailed to the wall by an anonymous letter via web to the state (i.e. my cowardly and petty ex-boss), and after HOURS and HOURS of dealing with this bullshit, I will finally be able to actually talk to someone who makes a difference.  Somebody who can say, in an official position, "Yes, Jason, you were not at fault here.  Seems like you were getting screwed by the system, and we apologize."  Think that will really happen?  Probably not.   Hopefully, they will determine that I would INDEED have taken a reasonable position,  had I been offered one, instead of persuing my little summer program.  

I'm so friggin' beside myself with anxiety about this whole thing.  What the fuck?

Why am I falling apart over this?

It's like I'm at a point where dealing with anything in an "official" capacity just freaks me out to the point of crying myself to sleep in a fetal position in the center of my bed with the covers pulled over my head.

I hope I win this appeal.  If not for just the anxiety to be let off my shoulders.  Even if I lose, I can rant on the state being unfair.  I will be totally broke, and I will have to try and borrow some money to keep paying rent so wife and I don't get fucking evicted because I don't even have any money to spare if I have to pay BACK the unemployment I got.  What a fucking racket.

Seriously!

That's all for today, I'm making so many typing errors because my fingers are shaking.  I don't want to type anymore.

Oh, and go see "Burn After Reading", it's a blast.