Hate. Hate. Hate.
I just got off the phone with the unemployment adjudicator (if that's how you spell it). Yes, I do have a job waiting for me that starts in the last week of August. However, this job is at the university--which, since they don't pay into the unemployment insurance fund, is invalid for the Department of Labor's purposes.
I said to the adjudicator: "So, let me get this straight. Even though I have a job waiting for me that starts in roughly four weeks, I still have to apply at two places every week--even though nobody's going to hire me for that short a period of time?" She replied: "...Well, I suppose that's one way of looking at it, sure."
It's the futility of it all that really gets to me. If I want to keep drawing the money--and right now, I have too many late bills to forego it--I have to play their stupid fucking bureaucratic power-trip games. And drag my ass out of bed at 7:30 tomorrow morning so's I can sit through that stupid fucking useless job-seeking seminar. And spend the time and energy seeking out new places to apply at, when I could be using that time to do something useful--or even fun.
If you know me personally, in real life...look, I love you dearly, but... just stay clear out of my way today, okay? I don't want to take my evil mood out on you.