It's hard, because those who are left behind, working, are still working and earning a paycheck every week and having health benefits. Me, I'm trying not to panic, and I'm seeing snow fall. Just got a letter that my unemployment may be extended for a few more months. Then what? It's not like jobs are falling out of the sky and into my lap. A part of me dreads going back to working in any kind of office, it's stifling and the people are scary sad. Yet another part of me knows money has to come in somehow someway and I don't intend to really go the way of turning tricks in order to survive. There just has to be a better way to get regular funding without losing sight of my creative dream posts or selling my soul. I have already spent far too much time with people who simply didn't give a shit. It's draining to one's energy. It was definitely draining to mine. And knowing that I have to possibly go hat in hand to some joke of an employment agency and explain that I really really want to be a receptionist or secretary yes siree, and look how qualified I am without sounding like a total desperate or douche, is not very appealing.
Well, neither is starving or being homeless. Gotta figure out something. I still have yet to go union, and still have yet to update the headshot. Two things I have to do before the money runs out. Sheesh.
Somewhere in between that, the dentist and gym have to fit in. Sheesh.
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