The Stress Called Military Life

I haven't posted in a while now. There's been too much going on. I'm looking for work in the area, and we are moving to Washington state, though we don't have a report date as of yet. Those apartment sites are downright pissing me off. There's generally very few pictures, and, on the rare occasion there are a decent number of pictures, there are almost never any of the apartments themselves. Everyone I've talked to that knows the area gives Washington rave reviews, and I'm so glad to hear that, but damned if it isn't impossible to find a place long-distance. As for jobs, Monday is going to be a bitch. There's several places I'm going to go to check into getting hired, and I'm at a point low enough that I'm planning on even going to temp-type agencies. I don't have a decent work history. The jobs I have had I've often lost telephone numbers for, or can't remember my supervisor's name or, on occasion, both. How cool am I? So, I'm fighting an uphill battle on rollerskates.
I'd love to tear apart all the people that are making a fuss over the superbowl ads, and Boston for making such a big stink over some stupid lite-brites, but I simply don't have the energy. All I can say is this: They're smarter than that, all of them; they wouldn't have done that kind of advertising if they thought for even a second you chumps were going to tear them to peices over it. Get over yourselves.