Some of you may have noticed I haven't been blogging a lot lately. Well, maybe no one has — I still haven't figured out the readership levels I've attained yet, and have no real bead on who's listening and who's not. But for those who have, you may also have noticed my podcasts are late as well. Unfortunately, this is due to distraction. And my distraction is due to a vendetta life has apparently decided to engage in, payable this week.

Be warned: if you don't want maudlin life issues that lack my normal sparkle, look elsewhere for your online pleasure. I'm really not having a good week, and I can't really recall one as bad.

In the space of the same week, I've had to sit politely with my ex, who I don't have a good relationship with, as my daughter meets with her new social worker. Y'see, she has some issues, which may or may not be my fault. This alone would be enough to knock the wind out of my sails, as life dropkicks me in the nuts. But, in the course of the same week, I've been dealing with my feelings dealing with my new biological siblings, who I've met for the first time in 20 years. I learned that my biological father died last summer,and I don't quite know how I feel about that. I've had to call the police to deal with loud and threatening residents at my building; young punks who scream racism and classism,  and involve screaming arguments for over an hour.

And today, to cap off the worst possible emotional roller coaster imaginable,  I lost my job. What makes it worse is that I have no real defense against the reasons for termination. I've been rushed along in my career path so fast I haven't been adequately trained to catch up. I wasn't let go by my bosses, but by my building. Apparently, they don't have faith that I can handle a multi-million dollar contract.

Thank god they said so. It saved me from doing it.

Self validation is a long way off this week. Don't get me wrong — I'm not looking for pity, or solace, or your kind words of support (although if someone is hiring, I could use one of those) — I expect I'll get enough from the people I bump into for the next little while. But it all seems a little harsh considering tomorrow is my 33rd birthday.

It's not really a very happy birthday after all.

Hopefully, things will right themselves in the future, and life will decide to call off its dogs. At that point I will return to sparkle what dazzling with I have left.