Part Time
So I've been helping a friend of a friend all week, including last weekend, for $8.00 per hour. The pay is awful, I am doing computer/general electronics work around the house that should be costing this man at least $500/day, and my wife, ever-supportive, thinks this is one giant opportunity... to waste my time. She does not believe in what I am doing. She refuses to acknowledge it as "work," and even though I am making money (none of which we have seen yet she is quick to point out), we are still living with my brother (which she hates more aand more everyday), I have two/three "possible" leads on "good" jobs via friends and personal connections (one of which is the man I am working for now), and she is still applying for jobs left and right. And so am I.
I have this pain in my chest now that wraps around my heart, instantly starts heartburn, and snakes its way into both arms to expand outwards from my forearms, but only after sinking huge barbs into them and tearing at my flesh as they expand ever-outwards like the imaginary wings of Cyrus.
And... still no word from the railroad.
Life is good. Pain is better.
I have this pain in my chest now that wraps around my heart, instantly starts heartburn, and snakes its way into both arms to expand outwards from my forearms, but only after sinking huge barbs into them and tearing at my flesh as they expand ever-outwards like the imaginary wings of Cyrus.
And... still no word from the railroad.
Life is good. Pain is better.