So I got a letter today from the workforce center saying that my case worker, who treated me like crap earlier this week, signed me up for a job search program stating that I needed to drive around applying to jobs (but she told me flat out she's not ok with me looking for a job in my town because she thinks it's a dead end town and doesn't want me there, even though it's where my family is) for 35 hours a week. It wasn't enough that she laughed at me and didn't believe me when I told her Jer was starting a job on Monday, but she signed me up without my consent, and told the workforce center I would be at a mandatory meeting at the same time as my prenatal appointment on Monday morning! Thankfully mail wasn't delayed and I got it today so I can call first thing Monday morning, instead of getting it Monday and missing the appointment without calling and then getting in trouble with the county. I'm just so fed up with this woman, I've decided that I'm going to swallow my fears and call and report her on Monday when I get home as well.
So I spent the rest of the day with Jer and Adam and did a few loads of laundry, finishing up the rest of the baby things I had bought a few months ago. I started folding laundry and found one of my brand new pairs of underwear I just bought had ripped down one of the side seams already. I burst into tears. Thank goodness Jer was with Adam so he didn't see how ridiculous I was being. But I couldn't help it. I'm still upset about it. They're brand new, and comfy, and I can't afford any more. It was just my breaking point for the day. I folded them and put them in the drawer anyway, and will probably try to sew them tomorrow.