Unemployment wants work since 2010.
I actually had forgotten, my one month at AVST. My 3 days at Financial Credit. And now my four months at BIZX.
All had one thing in common. Job’s that didn’t require any skill. Other than calling on the phone.
I want to come back, out to the Sun. But, I have once again, been kicked out.
So, so, tired. Now, I have no choice, but to move forward. However, all I want is comfort food, TV, and sleep.
On my last day with Biz X. That evening I went to the Post Office. And unbelievably!! Came back, and I had locked, my only house key! Locked the Truck key! And double unbelievable!! I had left the Truck running.
A lady walked out of the Post Office. And she suggested I walk across the street to the Fire Department. In tears again…but not flowing. I told the Fireman, who came with me, back to the truck. He used a Slim Jim down the window. Which popped the button in the door jam.
He hugged me GoodBye. I almost didn’t let go. I wanted soooo badly for somebody to save me.
After 7 months to find a full-time job. Only to find me back to the dark, cold and clammy bottom. So, so, so tired. I know I have no choice but to move forward. However, all I want is comfort food, TV, and sleep.
But my sweet, tiny, old lady, Neighbor sighs. We sit across from each other on the window seat in my living room. There is nowere else to sit.
I no longer have a kitchen table, or chairs, or living room furniture. All sold. For a considerable discount. Great deals for the buyer. Heartache for the seller.
Trish looks genuinely concerned at the empty rooms, and the tears falling down my face once again. ”This is how I see myself,” I had told Trish.
”Like a left-over Christmas Ornament (found under the couch) not worth the bother of putting it back into the Christmas box. So, it ends up stored inside the pantry all year. ”
Out of the way.
Until next Christmas.