Those difficult times

The House hold of the Queery has not been doing very well the last few months. The Parental Unit moved to Stellenbosch beginning of last year. I was not especially fond of the idea, but this was the only way to save money and for my Maternal Unit to be close to her restaurant in Stellies. This meant that The Bitch and I moved in with the Parental Unit. This worked out ok in the end though. We are a bit more restricted, cause we have to drive to campus and can't exactly go home slaughtered. Since I'm not a big drinker this was not a problem.

Any way, the Paternal Unit got retrenched (New South Africa and all) at the beginning of that year but got a contract job after searching long and hard. At the end of last year his contract ended and he has been looking for a job ever since, but to no avail. The restaurant is not making enough money to pay our bills at this time, mostly because the rent of it is so high, but it does feed us.

So in the beginning of the year I had to make a choice either start looking for work or do my masters. I have huge amounts of student loans that I would not be able to pay off if I only have an honors degree, but also do not want to put to much strain on the Paternal Unit who does not have a job. So I got my supervisor to grant me money to study further for 1 year, thank you supy! (so I need a bursary for next year or 2) and started working on my masters. Hag2 who have a honors degree in Physiology still does not have a job 'cause at some places has say that she is over qualified and some say she is under qualified, which in some cases means "sorry you are to white", so it is better that I studied.

It is approximately five or six months now and he still has not found work. He has looked everywhere and have spent allot of money on driving to and from interviews. I can see the pressure getting to him. They already had to sell the car, but at least the Business has a bakkie that they can use.

As an empath this is really draining me as well and I try to get energy from positive friends around me. Some have helped and some have only drained me more. Most do not even know or realize what I am going through.

And then I heard what The Bitch told the Parental Unit in front of her friend. She told the Paternal Unit that he is an embarrassment to her. That he just sits around in the restaurant and do nothing (actually what he is doing is helping the Maternal Unit and LOOKING FOR WORK ON THE INTERNET) and that it is his fault that he does not have a job. She also told them that they made her used to a higher class of living and that it is there responsibility to maintain her on that lifestyle. WHAT THE FUCK!!! Have you ever heard something that selfish, cruel, demanding and insane!!?? What is worse is that she is 22, and studying to become a reverent!!

I am trying to keep away from here at this stage, 'cause I might just commit murder!

So if you know of any place that needs a project manager, please let me know.