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Lord, give me patience.
Trevor still doesn't have a letter of employment; I think he's given up on Apple One. They haven't put him to work at all since those first two days. I don't understand it. Resume after resume and application after application haven't turned up any promising leads other than the typical empty "yeah, thanks, we'll call you". He applied at Aroma, the coffee place in Promenade Mall, and that one looks quite promising because the manager wanted to speak with him! I don't dare hope, do I? I mean, even Aroma is a better job than what he has now, which is essentially nothing.
He also applied at Nino's, the Italian place literally a hop skip and jump from our house, and the chocolate store opening at Hillcrest. He's applied for assistant manager at the chocolate place. Yeah, if he gets that one, I will NEVER LOSE WEIGHT! *dies*
It's getting to the point that if he doesn't find a job soon, I'm considering sending in the PR application anyway with an explanation on his end that he was laid off and is trying as hard as he can to find a job. I don't know if the CIC will be satisfied with it, but I know I've heard of a lot of Canadian sponsors who are approved even if they don't have a job at all. I just don't know if I want to take that chance. As you all know, I am extremely paranoid.
It sucks how he was laid off the same day I made my appointment for the medical exam... I was rarin' to go and was ready to get my state and national clearances and everything, too, and now that's been put on hold for over a month. I feel like I'm suspended in mid-air, waiting for something to happen. I really, really hate waiting. I could have been home by now. Canadian Thanksgiving is next Monday, and I'm missing it.
Lord, PLEASE give me patience.
I forgot to take my flash drive last night to print photos for the application. The Kodak machine is only 28 cents per 4x6 photo, so that's not bad. I still need a few photos from Neomi that she took last November and December and hasn't gotten off her camera yet.
My scalp is all bloody from my long-time nervous habit of picking at it when I'm nervous or stressed. No hair dye for me, lol. And I feel kind of worthless just sitting here with no job. But nobody, NOBODY can find jobs around here. They're all heading east and north to find any sort of work. Can't even get a job at fast-food places anymore, those jobs are taken by much older people who have been laid off of other jobs. It's horrible in southwest Virginia, and I know it's horrible in many other places too.
I actually had the heart to finish chapter 8 of my story last night, though it's not been published yet on FP. Jonno thinks it's a good chapter though, so that's given me confidence enough to post it. Chapter 9 should be a tad more interesting. And no, Jonno, there will be no Anarr/Ghaden slash. Unless YOU want to write/draw it ;P
I don't like the feeling I've had for the past few weeks. I've been unreasonably angry and in an overall bad mood.
At least Amanda's picking me up and taking me to her house tomorrow. That's a good thing.
Trevor still doesn't have a letter of employment; I think he's given up on Apple One. They haven't put him to work at all since those first two days. I don't understand it. Resume after resume and application after application haven't turned up any promising leads other than the typical empty "yeah, thanks, we'll call you". He applied at Aroma, the coffee place in Promenade Mall, and that one looks quite promising because the manager wanted to speak with him! I don't dare hope, do I? I mean, even Aroma is a better job than what he has now, which is essentially nothing.
He also applied at Nino's, the Italian place literally a hop skip and jump from our house, and the chocolate store opening at Hillcrest. He's applied for assistant manager at the chocolate place. Yeah, if he gets that one, I will NEVER LOSE WEIGHT! *dies*
It's getting to the point that if he doesn't find a job soon, I'm considering sending in the PR application anyway with an explanation on his end that he was laid off and is trying as hard as he can to find a job. I don't know if the CIC will be satisfied with it, but I know I've heard of a lot of Canadian sponsors who are approved even if they don't have a job at all. I just don't know if I want to take that chance. As you all know, I am extremely paranoid.
It sucks how he was laid off the same day I made my appointment for the medical exam... I was rarin' to go and was ready to get my state and national clearances and everything, too, and now that's been put on hold for over a month. I feel like I'm suspended in mid-air, waiting for something to happen. I really, really hate waiting. I could have been home by now. Canadian Thanksgiving is next Monday, and I'm missing it.
Lord, PLEASE give me patience.
I forgot to take my flash drive last night to print photos for the application. The Kodak machine is only 28 cents per 4x6 photo, so that's not bad. I still need a few photos from Neomi that she took last November and December and hasn't gotten off her camera yet.
My scalp is all bloody from my long-time nervous habit of picking at it when I'm nervous or stressed. No hair dye for me, lol. And I feel kind of worthless just sitting here with no job. But nobody, NOBODY can find jobs around here. They're all heading east and north to find any sort of work. Can't even get a job at fast-food places anymore, those jobs are taken by much older people who have been laid off of other jobs. It's horrible in southwest Virginia, and I know it's horrible in many other places too.
I actually had the heart to finish chapter 8 of my story last night, though it's not been published yet on FP. Jonno thinks it's a good chapter though, so that's given me confidence enough to post it. Chapter 9 should be a tad more interesting. And no, Jonno, there will be no Anarr/Ghaden slash. Unless YOU want to write/draw it ;P
I don't like the feeling I've had for the past few weeks. I've been unreasonably angry and in an overall bad mood.
At least Amanda's picking me up and taking me to her house tomorrow. That's a good thing.