I certainly had an interesting weekend. Annie was bouncing around the car Friday night, she couldn't wait to see her friend. And Meg just sat in the front seat, smug look on her face. I know what that means, but I also know I can't do anything about it, yet.

I swear though, Annie is shooting up like a weed. She must've grown an inch since last week, the last I measured her, she was about 4'3, now she's 4'4! Ah, she's going to grow up tall, just like her dad. It makes me proud and makes me write sentimental things on my blog.

Meg's growing up too. In other ways, at least. My suspicions were confirmed, when I went to pick Annie from her friend's on Sunday, I saw the older brother place an awkward kiss on Meg's cheek. I did exactly what any father would do, gave him the "I'm watching you" hand gesture. That should scare him, and if continues, well, we'll see what kind of boy he is, that'll determine what kind of shot I should load into my shotgun.

I was busy this weekend. Because I'm out on a job, I've had time to catch up on sleep. I'm going to need it if I job hunt, especially in this market. Thank goodness Annie made a friend here, she and Meg spent most of every day there. Annie's friend is a girl her age, and Meg tagged along because my fatherly intuition tells me she's got a crush on the older brother. Their parents usually aren't home, I don't think I'll tell Deb that, she'll freak out and forbid Annie from going back there.

Annie needs more friends, she's always been the quiet and shy type, but it got even worse when Deb and I split. I feel like I'm to blame for that. The little things I do to try and make it up to both of them.

I've got a job interview coming up, this evening in fact. I applied for a Janitors position at Clearview elementary. That's where Annie attends, hopefully I'll get to see her more often. The pay isn't half bad either, more than my last job pulled in. The hours are short too, it goes from eleven to five in the evening. Now I just need to get my suit cleaned and pressed for the

This is just great. I came to work today to find a box full of my things sitting on my desk and a notice to see my boss. He'd had "enough of my slacking" of "not putting the companies best interest first". I've said it before, but I've never pulled unpaid overtime on the weekend because of the girls, unfortunately, most of my former co-workers did, working nearly sixteen hour shifts just to keep everything in the black.

Things are going to hell in a hand basket because of this. My former boss in his gratitude falsified my work records, detailing that I had shown up for work late time after time, if I had even shown up for work at all. What's worse about this is that I've never received a pay stub for this job, everything was deposited into my account. Because I don't have the proof, and because I have a falsified work record, I can't collect even the smallest of unemployment benefits.

I'm worried that I may loose my apartment soon, my second source of income is too small to do anything other than stock up on food. If my ex wife hears about this, I won't be able to go near the girls for a long time. I need a new job, and I need one desperately. 

I've got the girls with me this weekend. Meg caught a nasty bug somehow, so I'm sort of distracted fixing her soup. Work has been getting worse for me, I know my boss is putting more and more pressure on me to make me quit instead of being fired, the cruel bastard. If I quit, I can't collect unemployment, my rent is already late and I depend on this job to help me keep my apartment. The check comes in Monday, I hope there won't be any serious reduction in pay.

Add on the cold and I've had a load of stress this week. My ex-wife didn't want me to take the girls. She had valid points, I don't exactly have medical insurance, and cold medicine just costs too much. I managed to shoo the kids away before she started to raise her voice, I hate it when the girls see us argue, it's bad enough that their parents are divorced

I know Meg is miserable without cold medication, but she's doing her best to try and cheer me up. I think I'll dig out that box of brownie mix I have stashed away for occasions like this.

My boss has really been riding my hump lately. I couldn't come in for over time this weekend because that's when I have custody over the girls. No way in hell am I going to leave them to work, I barely manage to see them as is, if I took over time, I'd only be able to see them for maybe an hour a day every weekend.

My boss knows this, and because I didn't go in for overtime, he's been strongly hinting the company may have to let someone go. I'm starting to look for a new job now, but I don't know if I can make it in time. I hope it's just a pysche tactic, I can't loose another job, not again.

Hi everyone, my name's Jack. I'm new to the blogging world,  I've never had much exposure to them outside of my eldest showing me some goofy animal pictures. And it was my eldest that finally convinced me to make one, after bribing me with fried eggs and ham, of course. I can't promise to be on here 24/7, but I'll try. Work takes up a lot of my time, so if I post schedules I'm using this as a convnient scratch pad.