Frustration rant

I give you fair warning, this blog post will be all over the place. That is just how I feel at the moment. So many things going on that I find myself jumping from one random thought to another in repeated cycles all day long. I think I will start with some frustrations.

First and foremost is the lack of progress on dear hubby's immigration. I know I know, processing time takes up to 5 months for the initial paperwork. But how hard can that be? Seriously, read some forms, look at the passport photos, do your little background check, stamp it and transfer it to the next office so they can send us the next packet of forms and tasks to complete. I have not seen my husband face to face, in person, since Christmas. He cannot move down here and live while we do the paperwork, or so we have been told. You would think that the processing people would see this, understand this, and possibly try and expedite the processing time. I called Friday just to get some sort of a progress report on where everything stood and got told basically, don't call back and check until after June 10th (this is our 5 month mark). 

I am not a patient person, one of my biggest pet peeves is waiting on anyone or anything. I am always at least 5 minutes early and really get antsy when someone makes me late. This time however I have no choice but to sit and wait, patiently, or rather impatiently in my case. I just want my husband here, so that our lives can get off the holding pattern it feels like they are stuck on.

Which brings me to frustration #2. Since I arrived back in Texas almost a year ago, I have been staying at my dad and his wife's house. Rent free. Pretty cool set up. Except I am losing my mind. I have a very different way of setting up house, of cooking, of cleaning, of thinking etc. I am the first to say; I do NOT make a good roommate. I tend to border on loner-ism. That isn't to say I don't like having friends and going out to socialize with said friends. I just like a lot of quiet, reflective alone time. When I don't have that I start to get cranky and my creative juices are stunted. Many may not know, especially if you are new readers of my blog but I write. I am working on a few novels, most in the romance genre. I have one completed manuscript that I have shopped around to some literary agents. Three rejections so far and after a query letter re-write, am waiting on a response from a fourth agent. So I spend a lot of time at my computer, researching, typing, working on character bios, all things author-ish.

When my creative juices are stunted I cannot write to save my life. Which has been happening more and more as I continue to feel more and more frustrated with some events, that while I would love to share, I feel like I shouldn't since the party involved could possibly find this blog through my YouTube and would create a whole world of issues that frankly I do not want to deal with. This all adds to my impatience for hubby to get down here so we can start looking for our own place. This then brings us to frustration #3.

I recently got my comptia A+ certification, for those of you who don't know, that is basically just a computer techie entry level sort of certification. I self studied all the inner workings and components of a desktop and laptop computer. All this to try and get a job that I have had my eye on for a long while. Not anything fancy, just a entry level tech help desk position. It has excellent pay, 30-32k a year plus full benefits. According to their website they are hiring, according to the guy I talked to when I called they aren't. Not really sure what the dealio is but I submitted my resume with the hopes they would keep it on file until a position did open up. I have applied for several other jobs as well, only one of which has responded back. I have an interview tomorrow morning with them, but something about them kinda bothers me. Not something I can put my finger on, but, if it can get my foot in the door and some experience under my belt, then bring it on. Their pay is a little less, 23-25k per year, and some decent benefits.

My dad, God bless him, has put in a good word with another company. I submitted my resume to them  Monday or Tuesday, on Friday he was delivering some laptops to them, (he is a computer tech for the air force), and he talked me up. Crossing fingers something comes of that. I would much rather work there or at the first place I had my eye on. If I got the right shift my dad and I could carpool and split the cost of gas. At this point though, I would take almost any job that was offered to me, almost. I need to work, I need the money and most of all I want the health insurance. Paying for medical bills out of pocket is costly.

I guess all I need is: My husband here with me, a job, and my own house. No small order. *sigh* I will survive and what is meant to be will happen when it is supposed to happen. I will just have to be... P-A-T-I-E-N-T...