I've had enough

I've been in a crabby mood lately. I just can't stand anything that this life I live has to offer. I hate where I work. Well, I don't hate it... I just don't want to work there any more. I am really unhappy in my personal, home life. Our financial situation has gone down so low that it's all I can think of. Of course Wolf Boy could give two shits, because he cares about nothing. I know it's a horrible thing to say, but I really can't believe that he is who I ended marrying. Now allow me to just state my case.
When we first met (10 years ago) he was a bright eyed boy with dreams. Now... he's a slob that sleeps, eats and shits. He has NO ambition and NO drive. He won't help around the house and when he does, it's a miracle. I know there is something better in there...deep down. He just won't let it out.

We argue constantly about his laziness, his insecurities and his lack of mojo. Now I'm not saying I'm perfect, because I'm not. i will be the first to point that out. However, I am not selfish. I have always put him first and I always keep OUR best interest in mind. I try to move us forward... I should not have gotten married.

This planet is a game preserve... and we're the game

It's September, y'all! You know what that means? Yeah, me either. I have been so sick with work and the lack of morale that I have taken to playing lotto again. Scratchers, Quick Picks....all of the above. I think that nothing makes you feel like a loser the way losing the lotto does. I always feel like....oh yeah, these are good numbers! And NOPE! Sorry you guessed wrong.
Back to work...I love the people I work with, if I were able to get paid to hang with these people while I facebooked, man life would be grand! What I hate are the clients. I won't get into what I do, because Big Brother is always watching, but I work for the Government and automatically people think I am set.
Let me tell you! I get yelled at, signs have been thrown at me, people act a fool around me and I get paid in cheese. I am here to work. There are rules and regulations that have been placed before I even knew this building was here, so get off your high horse and relax! Health care is health care no matter where you go.
And, if I may, when you walk into a Federal Government building, not matter how crappy looking it may be, remember where you are and please can you act like an adult? Not like some of these good for nothing douche bags that I see day in and day out. No wonder we are broke, people will just beat the shit out of the system and still ask for more. Then the ones that really need it, can't get a grain of slat because so and so took everything for the money reward. I see it all the time, heal the world, make it a better place! Start with the man in the mirror.

I want a dollar from every one in youre family...

This apartment looks like a cloud of soda cans, water bottles and juice boxes came and took a dump in it. Yes, we are a thirsty people here. I get so frickin' pissed that if I won't clean, no one else will, mainly because it's just me and Wolf Boy, and we are all about to know how lazy he is. He will not help until I have turned into a monster with a high pitched voice waving an object in my hand talking about how he much be blind and have no sense of smell to think this place can continue this way.
Geez! We both work, and we both live here. If he could make it so I was able to be a house wife, fine. I would clean house like I was a contestant on Sell this House. However, things are not like that. I just want him to clean up after himself, that's all. I don't need him to clean up my messes, just his. I'm on strike after I find the reason for that smell...