Yesterday was a hard day. I had taken on a second job and ended a second job all within a few hours. I work with developmentally disabled adults and LOVE IT. My new job was going to be pretty much the same then I heard the rumors. The word on the streets was the new company was a program for developmentally disabled offenders. By offenders I mean sex offenders.

I thought I can do this. I need the money and I have to put aside my own feelings on the matter and just work. It may have been ok but then I was informed after my four hours of orientation that I would begin working a graveyard shift ALONE with three DD OFFENDERS. Um I think not...

So that is the end of that. Ramen noodles will be our main course around here for a while.

I did apply to be an on line psychic and am leaning towards phone sex operator. The man is dead set against the latter.

I am going to call my one job today and beg for some hours. Desperation never looks good but neither does sitting in the dark with no heat.

Yesterday was also the anniversary of my fathers death 14 years ago. It was a long cold miserable day.

I came home from orientation and fell asleep.

I had a dream I was at the comedy club which seemed to be a ship that was docked. All of my facebook friends (people I knew from high school that I lost touch with for a reason) were there. There was also a surprise guest in the audience.

Have you ever thought what the hell ever happen to old George W. Bush? Well he is hanging out being a total jackass in my dreams.

In my dream the comedians at the comedy club were not doing so well. The owner came up to me and said people were starting to leave. I told her hurry up and introduce me on the microphone so I can save this place.

As people were rushing off the ship and running down the dock she announced "Now here is the hilarious Witchy!" No one even slowed down. I was there yelling my best jokes in to the mic trying to stop the stampede.

Then all of a sudden I was performing in the room the size of a bathroom. There were about five people in there and I say into the microphone of course, "Anyone ever been caught MASTURBATING?" Everyone was silent and looked at me like "What have you done?" Then one guy says "Hey my six year old is in here. How dare you!" I look to see the little guy standing behind his dad. I didn't know what to say. Then it happen.

George W. sticks his head into the room and says "Sister you are an embarrassment to this country and a poor example of an American!"

I dropped that microphone and lunged towards George W. He ran and the chase was on. The last thing I remember is hitting him with a plate and saying "STAY DOWN DIRT BAG!".

So that was yesterday.