i've gotta get out of this house

seriously. maybe that's part of the funk. TheMom and TheYoungerSister fight almost as bad as TheMom and TheDad did. guilt trips, monstrous sighs that "weren't sighs", yelling, violent outbursts, delusions of persecution, passing of blame for the reason of the fight. ah, the good ol' days. but, it drives me nuts. i don't know how to look for a house, particularly when i don't know when my next job is going to pop up (and at the rate i've been sitting home, if i'll have a job at the end of the year). i found out earlier today i might be going to algeria tomorrow for a few weeks to finish an outage. as long as i'm back by the end of june for a wedding, but the last time i left algeria 9 contractors were killed. not sure how excited i am to go back. jules works in qatar, gets one day off a week, goes to the beach, etc. i'll prolly be locked in another desert camp where we have to smuggle alcohol in after working 7 days a week, 12 hour days. even WHEN i get a job through the good division of my company it's in a crap part of the world i've already been in from the bad division. i just can't win. i need something good to happen and like, quick.