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A Small Miracle

Today I am thankful that I received a check for $374.00.


This check came from the Colorado office of Child Support Enforcement.  I don't know if it is money paid willingly by my ex-husband to alleviate the $45,000 of child support arrearages he had prior to having his child support gutted.

It could very well be a State Tax Refund intercept.

My income has dropped insanely since being laid-off last March.  I am working a part-time temporary job with my favorite company -but- this company is experiencing a hiring freeze so my hours are minimal.

I was told last week that I qualified for food stamps.

YIKES.  I haven't signed up.  I didn't really see the point.  I'm hoping to have a good job soon.

It's sad that I'm dirt poor.

I'm so poor that I'm praying to St. Jude.  Yep.....something must be working there.  I had a man call me in for an interview at a major insurance company.

I meet him on Wednesday.

We'll see.

For now....I thought I'd post news about the check just in case one of my avid readers wants to know where his $374.00 went.

I just purchased a used stove.

It is nice.  It heats up (which is an improvement from the last stove).  It is a flat-top electric range with three shelves.

It has some scuffing but I'll try to buff it out.

It will be installed tomorrow.  The grand total was $307.00.

Now, I can make the kids healthier meals.  No more sandwiches!

That leaves me $67 to purchase haircuts and new shoes for the kiddos.

That will free up some of my tax refund money to buy a nice suit for my interview.  

I am also trying to get a gig in a behavioral health crisis call center.  I learned that my degree is now worthless (thanks Shannon.....for stalking me in graduate school and forcing me to leave). The licensure laws changed yet again...and my degree is not from a CACREP accredited school.

The program I graduated from wasn't CACREP accredited until a few years after I left -so- I don't qualify for licensure.

Sigh....so many professionals get caught in the cross hairs of the ever-changing rules of regulatory boards.   I'm sad to say this but, before I was laid off last year, I made a heck of a lot more money in sales than the average licensed therapist.

I could probably go as far as a CAC III if I work at a crisis call center helping individuals with drug or alcohol addiction issues.  I seem to do pretty well in call centers.  Those hours could push me towards certification.

The insurance company needs licensed agents for it's call center.

I'm so desperate, I'll take any job that will offer health insurance for myself and the kiddos.

If I get a good paying job, we can look at gutting the child support even further for this person.

Oh....I truly wanted this job at my favorite company because the health insurance is only $100.00 per month per person.  The deductible is only $1,000 per person!  Even if I only worked two days a week, it would be worth it just for the health benefits alone.

I thought this could save my ex a heck of a lot of money.  With the hiring freeze, I can't afford to wait any more for health insurance.  I have no clue when the hiring freeze will end.  I wish they had mentioned that to me during the interview.

At least I can live the dream until I get a job that offers insurance.  It has to be done.

I learned yesterday that I have another set of braces to pay for.

I'm on my own.

Rest assured, I'll put that tax refund to good use.

Take care,

S.

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