Declaring my Independence from Tzures*

*Noun. tsoo r-is (Yiddish) Aggravation, frustration; “Oy, the tzures I’ve got, you should know from it.”

Lately, I feel like as soon something good happens, Big Corporate (in either brick-and-mortar or meat form) comes along and takes a steaming dump on it.

There’ve been a handful of instances of this the last couple years. Some you know about, some I can’t discuss. Some have been fixed, others may never be. They all stink.

The latest in the shit-on-my-happiness processional has to do with our upcoming move. We got some good offers on our house and found a nearly-perfect one to buy in our new area. Everything was rolling along smoothly to close the sale of the old and the purchase of the new in time to settle in before the kids start their new school. We’re supposed to move in less than two weeks, but now our buyer’s mortgage company says we need to bump the closing well past that date. Which also bumps our purchase of the new home (and, incidentally, bumps the people we’re buying from and the closing of their new home). I’ll spare you the clusterfuck of rescheduling movers, rerouting mail, resetting dates for utilities to be shut off and how annoyed I’ll be if we lose our interest rate.

I’m up to my eyeballs in boxes (well, if I’m reclining…) and between the housing issues, film stuff I can’t talk about and having the kids home from school, I’ve got plenty of excuses to choose from when berating myself for my lack of progress on the writing front.

But I’m damn lucky and I know it. There aren’t many people I’d wanna swap problems with. I’ve done a lot that I’m proud of and I’ve got lots to look forward to. (That makes me the very picture of mental health, doesn’t it? Yeah, I thought so, too.)

So, I guess I’ll just keep plugging along and try not to kvetch.

About Julie Jaret

Julie Jaret is an American screenwriter with one feature film produced and some others on deck. Her alter-ego needed an outlet, so here we are. Julie lives in the southeast U.S. with her sexy and supportive husband, two funny and beautiful kids, and one big doofus of a dog. She enjoys living vicariously through her fictional characters, often to the point of distraction... (Luckily, her hubby and kids know not to expect dinner at a certain time. Or at all.)

Posted on July 4, 2008, in Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Ugh! What a mess. I am also getting ready to move – and I can feel your pain. Well, I am sending you good thoughts and I hope things turn out.

  2. A wise man once said “there are no problems– only opportunties.”I wish I could shake that man’s hand, mainly so I could hang on and keep him close enough to kick him square in the balls over and over and over, shouting <>“how you liking THESE opportunities, you miserable platitude spouting dillweed!?!”<>Immaturity has definite advantages.As for your problems… I got nuthin. On the bright side, things can always get worse.Glad to help....ray of sunshine B

  3. Been there, done that. And just when you think nothing good will ever happen…it does.And then the shit hits the fan once again.The circle of life, some call it. I call it the circle of crap. But like happy time B, I’m happy for the crap I have, just as long as I don’t get anymore.

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