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Last night I slept over my good friend Adam's house. I needed to think, and the reason I chose to do it at his house was because I needed to do it without my family interrupting me. On Sunday my parents basically told me that I was out of the house if I didn't have a job by the end of the week. Despite my best attempts, no jobs popped up. It will be another month, minimum, before I can reapply at most of these places. They won't take me in a month, because I'll have about two weeks to work before I have to quit. I'll want to spend the final two weeks 'free' from the military with my family. Taking this threat seriously, I called a few people, and some said they'd take me. However, most of them live around or in Plymouth, and the fact no one around here will hire me makes me quite the burden, because I wouldn't be able to help contribute to their household.
My grandmother, who lives in Quincy, said she would take me. I love my grandmother with all my heart; I really do. Quincy is about thirty minutes away from me, and that means plenty of new possible oppurtunities to get a job. The South Shore Plaza isn't too far away from her, and there's plenty of places in there. There is also a Wal-Mart I could try, and I will, believe me. But my chances of getting into Wal-Mart are slim, or so I believe. But it never hurts to try, right?
I needed to think about this long and hard. In truth, I still haven't made up my mind, but I'm leaning very close to moving in with my grandmother. Plymouth just isn't for me. It's not the place I would want to live should I ever retire, and too many people around here just piss me off. Quincy, when I lived there, wasn't so bad. I've promised myself that no matter what, if I can't find a job, I will move back in with my parents, because I refuse to become a burden on her. I love her too much to do that to her.
Alright, time to go do other things. Sadly, people, this may be the last update from me. If it is, many of you know, or will know, how to reach me. And to those of you who don't know how to reach me: God bless.
~ Patrick Fahey
My grandmother, who lives in Quincy, said she would take me. I love my grandmother with all my heart; I really do. Quincy is about thirty minutes away from me, and that means plenty of new possible oppurtunities to get a job. The South Shore Plaza isn't too far away from her, and there's plenty of places in there. There is also a Wal-Mart I could try, and I will, believe me. But my chances of getting into Wal-Mart are slim, or so I believe. But it never hurts to try, right?
I needed to think about this long and hard. In truth, I still haven't made up my mind, but I'm leaning very close to moving in with my grandmother. Plymouth just isn't for me. It's not the place I would want to live should I ever retire, and too many people around here just piss me off. Quincy, when I lived there, wasn't so bad. I've promised myself that no matter what, if I can't find a job, I will move back in with my parents, because I refuse to become a burden on her. I love her too much to do that to her.
Alright, time to go do other things. Sadly, people, this may be the last update from me. If it is, many of you know, or will know, how to reach me. And to those of you who don't know how to reach me: God bless.
~ Patrick Fahey