Since EJ was scheduled to begin work on March 9th, which is next Monday, we working really hard on the house this weekend. I painted the ceiling and stained some doors, while EJ working on hanging more drywall. Saturday we worked until about midnight and Sunday we worked until 9 or 10 p.m.
The HR guy from the new company had told EJ that he didn’t need an appointment, but when he showed up for the testing last Friday, he was told that while he didn’t need an appointment for the drug testing, he did need one for the physical. So although both test and physical are usually done at the same visit, EJ had to do them separately, which meant that we had to make an extra trip (an hour drive) and wait several days to find out all the results.
I had expected some difficulty with the drug testing because of the meds EJ takes, but he passed with flying colors. Therefore, I was very hopeful about EJ’s physical this morning. However, the doctor who did the testing wrote on the report that will be given to the new company that EJ has a restriction of not lifting more than 30 lbs. This restriction could very well be enough to prevent the company from hiring EJ. The frustrating thing is that this doctor could have barred EJ from a job that is much, much easier physically than EJ’s current job.
Furthermore, EJ has already given his notice to his current company. which means we potentially could have no income, no insurance, no medical care for JJ, nothing.
I hate to sound like “poor me, life sucks” because I think everyone has difficulties–many worse than mine. However, this sort of thing has happened to us over and over through the years. Disasters constantly hit us and whenever we try to make positive changes–even small ones–they fall apart. Stuff like this is why I am cautious about believing everything will work out and dreams will come true.
I’m sort of mad at God today and not talking to Him. Or, rather, I am yelling at Him, when I speak to Him at all, that all these problems didn’t have to happen. He could have easily helped us–today and throughout the years.
A few days ago, a FB friend posted a praise that God had found her a parking space in a full parking lot. I think, He finds parking spaces but He won’t help us with major things? I mean, why not help those who REALLY need help?
I’m losing hope and I am in a rather negative mood.
I have no idea what will happen next. I’d sigh, “What next?” but I really don’t want to know.
I expect homelessness and starvation.
I hate cliffhangers.