Over six years ago I relocated from Boston to Albuquerque, which resembles something between the face of the moon and a cat's litter box. I went from the intellectual center of the universe to a cleaner version of Mexico. It's an understatement to say that things are a bit "different" from the Northeast. Actually, A LOT different. Darn close to ass backwards. 

After a year of interviewing with every mom and pop laundry map, taco stand and fly by night company, I finally landed a job as Marketing Manager. However, things didn't work out so well and after three and a half years it all came to an end. Now my worst nightmare has come true. For 268 Days, 16 Hours, 12 Minutes and 41 Seconds my nightmare had come true - stuck, unemployed, in the middle of a desert sand hole. And there isn't even a tree big enough for me to hang myself from.  

Somehow, by the grace of God, (and a very understanding Boss) I found a new job. Then I lost it ... again. I guess I was just meant to have a uterus, raise kids and play Manwife.

These are my stories. Only the names have been changed to protect the identities of the innocent.