Distress is on today's menu...

This is my life right now:

Well, it wasn't but about a month later that Scarab decided to fire me. I cannot express how upset I was. My supervisor was prior military also, so I thought that we would have something in common and we could understand each other better since we kind of came from the same place. I was wrong. He found out that we were moving to Montana in about 6 months, which I didn't think was that big of a deal. Again, I was wrong. I don't think they could have fired me faster if I had actually been blatantly doing nothing while I was there. That really pissed me off because my supervisor was prior military!! Me moving is like getting PCS'd! (Permanent Change of Station) Apparantly, that's isn't how he saw it. I was so upset. I didn't even talk to him. My boss actually even told me when he was firing me that it was because I was moving and not because of my performance! Can you believe that?!? Anyway, Dane and I had a deal that he would buy me a horse when we move up to Montana if I could find a job in a week. Well, on that Friday, the last day, I found a job. Of course, I hated it, but it was still a job that paid $8.65 an hour. I couldn't complain too much. Then again, I was a debt collector. I had to call people up and tell them that they owed us so much money and it was due in full by the end of the month. Now, I might add that this wasn't just normal collections. This was collections for hospitals all over the state of Texas. The business is Data Search, Inc. so now you know if you get a letter in the mail. Well, I was steadily improving my quota the 3 months that I was there. Then I started loathing my job. Here's what happened: My 90 days ended on 30 Mar 2006. On 04 Apr 2006, my supervisor calls me to the side and says she needs to talk to me. This can't be good. Anyway, she takes me to the side and says that as of this pay period, they are moving me to a new department and lowering my pay to $7.50. So, I ask her, "So I've been getting paid only $7.50 since yesterday morning?!?" She says yes. I am livid. I asked if we were done and go back to my desk to clean it off and move to the other department. This was at about 1130 on Tuesday. Needless to say, I finished the day out and didn't go back on Wednesday. My husband couldn't have handled it better for me. The next morning I had set my alarm clock with the assumption he would make me go back to work. That was fine. I could man up for a few more days until I found a new job. I was really upset, but I could do it. So, my alarm goes off and I ask him if I had to go back to work. Of course, he says yes. Bad morning. I get ready and we head out the door so he can take me to work because our other car was in the shop. We are almost to work when he misses the exit. I asked if he was going to turn off and he said he knew a faster way: straight up to the shop! I started to tear up because that was the best thing he could have told me right then. When we got up to the shop he even told me that I could take the day off from looking for a job emmediately. It turned into a good day after all. But, now I am looking for a new job. Dane isn't expecting me to get a new one but that really only makes me want to get one worse just to prove him wrong. Not to mention taking some stress off his shoulders so I don't feel stressed out as a result. So, the hunt continues for a new job...