On the downside in Open Diary transition

Yikes. Facing reality is fucking hard.

This whole going back to do my BEd so I could counsel in the school system didn’t pan out for me as well as I had hoped. Last school year I had 56% of a job (meaning pay, the job itself is always 150% in education) and made up some with substituting in the afternoons. This year I have 100% of a job until January 30, 2015 when a teacher at the school finishes her masters in counselling and walks into the permanent job that I’m place-holding for her. Then I substitute for the rest of the year. The fact is, 40-50 permanent teachers are now completing their MEds in counselling (what I already have) so any jobs I could have hoped to have are going to be filled by the glut of counsellors who are already permanent employees of the school board. This keans I may never have a permanent job. Fuckity fuck.

Then today we saw a financial counsellor, and while we knew we were living outside our means, the numbers are really scary. Really, really scary. If we cut out all of our non-essential spending, it still wouldn’t cover it. If we surrendered the dogs, sold our house and rented for the rest of our lives, giving up our one investment, we might be able to make ends meet as long as we never, ever did anything fun or took a vacation or went to a movie or ate a meal in a restaurant or bought a coffee.

Yup.