Feeling somewhat defeated.

I did qualify for legal aid, but since I was not in a domestic abuse situation, I was pretty much told that they couldn't help me.  They have so many abuse situations needing help, that they are the only cases being taken at this time.  The paralegal that called tried to be helpful, but it was apparent that was my only phone call.  He did send me an email link to file a response to the court.  It does seem, though, that I will be expected to go to court to have this finalized.  I may call the husband's lawyer tomorrow to see if we change the grounds for divorce if we can just file and be done with this.  I really thought I wouldn't have to lay eyes on that former love of mine ever again. 

I called the city to see about getting some low cost counseling and was told to apply for Medicaid if I want any help.  Really?  I almost threw my phone across the front yard.  (I had gone outside as my nephew was throwing a hissy fit about homework.)

My coworker and I were told we sucked on Saturday night when we waited on the owner and his family and friends Saturday night.  He certainly expressed his displeasure to us when his party waited over 40 minutes for dinner.  Guess what?  That happens to everyone.  I don't know why he was so surprised; most of the feedback we get from the guests is how slow the service is.  I can't begin to count how many times I have ordered drinks for my guests, only to find the bartender is in the back talking to her favorite cook.  I did have lovely guests tonight, and I really need their generosity to add up so I can come up with the money I need to make my next move.  I was only schedule four shifts this week; I really need to be aggressive about picking up shifts and taking every table and room service I can possibly get.  I must be tip top for my interview on Thursday afternoon.

I miss my Grams; I haven't been feeling so hot, and I have avoided visiting her as to not infect her or any of the other residents.  I've been calling, but she's so busy that she's not often in her room.  She does have caller ID so she at least knows I've been trying to reach her.

I want to drown my sorrows in a cupcake!  I'm not spending any money.  Must save.