I Must Say

Without a doubt I feel sick to my stomach and a sense of dread.  Mom and this forcing upon me Sanderson Farms shit (not to mention recent Shellyfights™) have refocused my thoughts on that long feared job problem and everything associated with it.  By that I mean the obvious:  How to fill a 10 year gap on my resume and make it believable/overcoming a terrible credit report/and my overall poor job seeking skills.  Not to mention the fact of how all this will fit in with how Shelly and I will ever get back together since I would work (when I get a job) down here and she lives up there.