I just got off the phone. I just got a job. Well, sort of. I get to sign on like everybody else selected for the trial period of opening a vintage clothing store downtown. Down the line, they will want me as a tailor I think.

:crap:

All of a sudden, massive and total panic attack sets in. Wife's surgery is coming up... Job. Surgery... What if I can't get that day off? Or the day or two after to care for my wife? Oh geeze.

I've already been informed if I start working I might have to find a new place to live... What if they follow through with their threat and I find my self with a 30 day eviction notice? No place to live, and no means to move.

What if my wife loses her disability payments and health care? Especially right now with the surgery (ies) going on?

I start next Wednesday. At 10. In the AM. I start throwing up... In maybe the next five minutes.

The kilt thing was what got me noticed I think... I think I'll be expected to be kilted at work. Which means *gasp* I might actually have to find an iron and touch up my horrid looking pleats.

If you will pardon me, I think I might go in to a dark corner and suck my thumb. Or maybe just throw up. Or run in circles on the floor and go "nyuk nyuk nyuk" till I feel better.