Now that I have griped about a hundred different things, it's time to gripe about my bills. Again.

My plan to get out of debt has been thwarted by Congress, who is bound and determined, apparently, to keep me in indentured servitude forever while saying they want to liberate me. Feh! Politicians. Also playing a role is God, or Allah, or He whose name must not be spoken, or FSM, who let me rack up a $20,000 hospital bill.

I have looked at what I must pay with my next paycheck, and at what my next paycheck will be. I would swear, but I don't want CAP to label my blog under HATE.

Well, it's time to break down and get a part-time job. With my wacky schedule, I don't know where I could work. I am off every Sunday; every second and third Saturday; every first and second Monday; and every third Friday; and every first Tuesday. I've thought about working at a convenience store, or a supermarket, but haven't decided. I mean, I deal with customers all day (Today, I had someone driving an RV from California to Texas, and wanted to stay and one of our most expensive places. When I quoted her the price for two adults and a teen, she said, "Can you charge me for two? My son will stay in the RV."). Having to deal with more of them will only drive me to climb up a clock tower with a deer rifle and start taking people out.

Wish me luck!