Is it true? Could it be? He's updating his...LIVEJOURNAL!?
I have never been so poor, so truly, deeply impoverished in my entire life. I've been looking for a job since I arrived here in Portland, but matters have arrived at the point where I can no longer afford the $.10 it takes to print copies of my resume at the library. I've been lying in bed all day because I have no food to eat and I don't want to waste energy. I ate my last can of soup last night. I have a carton of chicken flavored ramen noodles, but the consumption of them does hardly more than fill my stomach; I actually tend to feel worse than I did before having eaten them.
Don't get me wrong, though. I am in no way complaining. I'm having a blast up here, it's a hell of a time. But being this poor is something new to me, It's a hell of an experience and I felt like writing about it. A man is coming by in an hour to buy some things from me. I'm going to eat dinner tonight, and use the money to print some resumes. This is rent money, though, so I can't dip into it too much. Job hunting is tedious. The job market is overwhelmed and bloated with scruffy hip kids. The key here, I suppose, is to somehow set myself apart, or seek employment elsewhere; the suburbs, perhaps. Unfortunately, I am very easily discouraged, and have heard the same "I've been looking for a job for months" story about 10 times.
I find out whether or not I am eligible for food stamps tomorrow. Hopefully that whole deal works out, they will basically hand me a card with $200 worth of credit on it which I can use towards any unprepared, not-hot food I want. That will be badass. And there is a big bad ass beer festival this weekend, I'm going to try and devise a scheme which allows me to drink lots of the delicious craft beers without spending too much money. I tried to volunteer, but they had no more openings.
That's all.
Don't get me wrong, though. I am in no way complaining. I'm having a blast up here, it's a hell of a time. But being this poor is something new to me, It's a hell of an experience and I felt like writing about it. A man is coming by in an hour to buy some things from me. I'm going to eat dinner tonight, and use the money to print some resumes. This is rent money, though, so I can't dip into it too much. Job hunting is tedious. The job market is overwhelmed and bloated with scruffy hip kids. The key here, I suppose, is to somehow set myself apart, or seek employment elsewhere; the suburbs, perhaps. Unfortunately, I am very easily discouraged, and have heard the same "I've been looking for a job for months" story about 10 times.
I find out whether or not I am eligible for food stamps tomorrow. Hopefully that whole deal works out, they will basically hand me a card with $200 worth of credit on it which I can use towards any unprepared, not-hot food I want. That will be badass. And there is a big bad ass beer festival this weekend, I'm going to try and devise a scheme which allows me to drink lots of the delicious craft beers without spending too much money. I tried to volunteer, but they had no more openings.
That's all.