The Job Hunt
I have been relatively calm during my struggle against the machine. I have told myself that there must be hundreds of jobs available. Half of them, however, have been put into the 'too-ghetto' category by my sisters and mother. Father just keeps quiet and goes back out to his office. He worked in his parents' shop from like age 5, frying donuts, cleaning, baking, etc. He's worked in diners, even dug a few ditches, I think. He knows that I don't necessarily care about the kind of place it is in which I work, as long as I'm getting paid. Well, no brothels.
To add to my frustration at never getting calls back, my sister informed that mum broke down to her about the money from the sale of the business being nearly depleted and dad's salary not being enough to cover all the bills. The house seems to be the big problem. Tarayn can't really afford to pay rent on her salary, and I'm completely jobless (working in a coffee shop wouldn't give me altogether very much left over anyway - if I remember correctly). Caitleen is too young to work, and my brothers don't live here anyway. Tarayn and I had already assumed long ago that we would be supporting the 'rents when they're too old to work, but we didn't expect it to occur when they still were working. Mom is getting a part-time job - something she hasn't had since before I was born (A LONG TIME AGO). Dad, already very busy as a pastor, must now also get a part-time job.
There are also my brothers in Sacramento, trying to get them to invest in their wild scheme about building a house and selling it - because they're suddenly experts at such construction matters. While I do not discount they're real abilities, I cannot honestly imagine the thing coming off with no problems. This is my brothers we're talking about.
So, I am beginning to stress out about my current jobless state.
Ciao.
To add to my frustration at never getting calls back, my sister informed that mum broke down to her about the money from the sale of the business being nearly depleted and dad's salary not being enough to cover all the bills. The house seems to be the big problem. Tarayn can't really afford to pay rent on her salary, and I'm completely jobless (working in a coffee shop wouldn't give me altogether very much left over anyway - if I remember correctly). Caitleen is too young to work, and my brothers don't live here anyway. Tarayn and I had already assumed long ago that we would be supporting the 'rents when they're too old to work, but we didn't expect it to occur when they still were working. Mom is getting a part-time job - something she hasn't had since before I was born (A LONG TIME AGO). Dad, already very busy as a pastor, must now also get a part-time job.
There are also my brothers in Sacramento, trying to get them to invest in their wild scheme about building a house and selling it - because they're suddenly experts at such construction matters. While I do not discount they're real abilities, I cannot honestly imagine the thing coming off with no problems. This is my brothers we're talking about.
So, I am beginning to stress out about my current jobless state.
Ciao.