Baby Sister sent me an email describing her East Coast life in the past few days. The bottom line: Hurricane and earthquake in the same damn week! Her son had a fb post: Fill bucket with tub water. Empty. Repeat.
Another PA friend considered herself lucky because her sump pumps kept pumping and she got her front yard cleaned of debris. I am grateful that the people I care for escaped the weather insanity with their lives and homes intact.
I'd like to say that I also felt blessed looking at the comparison to my own life. No trees fell on me (yet) and I don't even own a sump pump. But this time the comparison just isn't working for me.
My financial situation is grimmer than ever and I am grasping at straws to find a way to make some damn money. I am too much of a scaredy cat to attempt a thug life and have nothing vaguely blingy to sell. My etsy stuff hasn't moved in months and my Paypal account is dwindling. The edges of the dark places are closing in and I suspect there will be hotline calls in the near future.
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. I'm on to new approaches; but they seem just as fruitless as the old ones. And I am out of stamps. My newest vow is to limit tears and self-pity to the darkness of real night time. Trying really hard. I also sing a song out loud, but in private. Figuring out a method of garbage removal that involves a belt from a pink terry cloth robe.
Such are the days. Notice I didn't mention pain. Do I get points for that?
Have you tried signing up with a temp agency? I don't know if it would help, but Neil will start a temp job next week (after 13 months of unemployment), and it might lead to something permanent. I had several temp jobs while writing my dissertation, some very long-term, and two places offered me permanent spots (which I did not take, but still).
ReplyDeleteJust an idea. Neil's job is just phone rep stuff, but it's with a good company, so we are hopeful that this could lead to a regular paycheck . . .