So let's see...
I got heatstroke and pretty much nothing else for my birthday. I had asked for an A/C unit that was on sale at Walmart for under 100 bucks, but...nope.
So yeah, got heatstroke, went to my unemployment appointment anyhow. The guy was quizzing me on where I'd gone to submit 'real applications'. Because apparently submitting resumes for a non-minimum wage job doesn't count, because it's on the internet.
One place I'd left an application with someone was the local dollar tree, right? Well, he called and the manager told him "I don't have any applications at all this week" (Sounds kinda fishy to me, and I saw someone had one in the day I picked mine up.) Now I had someone that had needed something /in/ the store with me, saw me hand it over to the cashier girl.
Well, the office tells me I haven't done my part, I have to go and prove I had heatstroke and talk to the manager of the store. So, I hand over my paperwork from the ER, that states I had 'heat illness' and was to stay inside and in air conditioning as much as possible for up to a week.
My sister had to go to the dollar store to pick up stuff for her grad party, so I go to talk to the manager. She's on a register, and my sister hands her a 10 for 4 dollars of stuff. Woman gives her change for a five, and without even ASKING me if I needed anything (I was standing back away from Jess), walks away. When I manage to get her BACK to her register to give Jess correct change, she tells me she doesn't have time to talk to me about an application, and walks off AGAIN.
So I'm at the ER again at my doctor's instructions ( "No, if you have pain in the right side of your stomach, go to the ER. Do not pass go!) So, I'm there, being IV fed and given crap for tests...and my phone rings. I'm being told that I'm being cut off in a VM. I call the guy back, leave him a VM, and he calls while I'm getting a CT scan. Doesn't return any calls after this. Over 2 weeks later, I get a letter saying I won't be receiving anything else. blah blah blah.
So I call the people listed, get the run around from them. I'm constantly being given different numbers for different aid departments, etc.
So now...NYSEG is 154.00, late, and going to shut me off. And I still owe Dad 50 bucks.
I seriously don't know what to do anymore. I've got a Chacha guide thing, that I have to take a test for, but that's shite pay. I've put in a bazillion resumes and applications, I just am limited to where I can work.
Someone shoot me, please? Or at least tell me it's OK if I want to curl up in a ball and weep?
So yeah, got heatstroke, went to my unemployment appointment anyhow. The guy was quizzing me on where I'd gone to submit 'real applications'. Because apparently submitting resumes for a non-minimum wage job doesn't count, because it's on the internet.
One place I'd left an application with someone was the local dollar tree, right? Well, he called and the manager told him "I don't have any applications at all this week" (Sounds kinda fishy to me, and I saw someone had one in the day I picked mine up.) Now I had someone that had needed something /in/ the store with me, saw me hand it over to the cashier girl.
Well, the office tells me I haven't done my part, I have to go and prove I had heatstroke and talk to the manager of the store. So, I hand over my paperwork from the ER, that states I had 'heat illness' and was to stay inside and in air conditioning as much as possible for up to a week.
My sister had to go to the dollar store to pick up stuff for her grad party, so I go to talk to the manager. She's on a register, and my sister hands her a 10 for 4 dollars of stuff. Woman gives her change for a five, and without even ASKING me if I needed anything (I was standing back away from Jess), walks away. When I manage to get her BACK to her register to give Jess correct change, she tells me she doesn't have time to talk to me about an application, and walks off AGAIN.
So I'm at the ER again at my doctor's instructions ( "No, if you have pain in the right side of your stomach, go to the ER. Do not pass go!) So, I'm there, being IV fed and given crap for tests...and my phone rings. I'm being told that I'm being cut off in a VM. I call the guy back, leave him a VM, and he calls while I'm getting a CT scan. Doesn't return any calls after this. Over 2 weeks later, I get a letter saying I won't be receiving anything else. blah blah blah.
So I call the people listed, get the run around from them. I'm constantly being given different numbers for different aid departments, etc.
So now...NYSEG is 154.00, late, and going to shut me off. And I still owe Dad 50 bucks.
I seriously don't know what to do anymore. I've got a Chacha guide thing, that I have to take a test for, but that's shite pay. I've put in a bazillion resumes and applications, I just am limited to where I can work.
Someone shoot me, please? Or at least tell me it's OK if I want to curl up in a ball and weep?