Tuesday, July 18, 2006

[18:52] tenebras23: I suck at life
[18:52] j********: I suck at board games.
Okay, now I'm a grease spot. Out of the frying pan, I suppose. So today, instead of walking down to the welfare office, I walked over to That Other Call Center (of Doom) to apply. I didn't wear a tie, just slacks and a collard shirt, but I did shave at least. I did the application on one of their computers since it seems the online one I did at home didn't filter through. They didn't give me any of the tests or an interview at that time. I have an appointment for 9am a week from tomorrow. So I get home to find a message on the machine from the apartment complex. It seems the rent was a day late and they want $60. A little time later, a note gets stuck in the door saying it needs to be in the office by 9am tomorrow. It doesn't say "or else" but I think it's safe to infer that. I don't think we have $60 between the three of us. I have a bad feeling that we will be getting a 72 hour notice first thing tomorrow. A good friend of mine sent me $60 via Paypal when I related this, but of course that will take 3-4 days to transfer to my bank account. I applied for the Paypal debit card for future such emergencies. That being said, I don't see much choice other than calling my dad to come pick my ass up if we do get evicted and a few friends to see if they want to store/have some gear. I'm almost out of people food, piggie food, and smokes [been out of booze for a week or two, but really now what's important?] and won't hear from unemployment for at least another two weeks.

I suppose I have a few friends I can call, but I fucking hate that. Two friends helped bail me out with groceries (and even smokes and booze) the last time this crap happened, and a few friends have been helping me limp along this time. I'd almost rather go back to Bakersfield; or at least stow my gear at two or three friends' pads and couch surf until I find out about unemployment or find a freakin' job that pays more than pocket change.

Monday, July 17, 2006

The desert sky is opening up with thunder and rain.
Well poo. The unemployment office finally called me today, of course at the end of a 4 hour window that I had to sit by the phone through. The woman didn't even ask me about my second-to-last job, the reason I was told that they had to call me. I'd already given someone else all the infomation about my last job, so I have no idea what the hold up is or even if I'll be getting benefits before my guinea pigs starve.

I would have gone to the welfare office to apply for food stamps, but by the time I'd finished on the phone it would have been too late to trek out there. I'll just wake up early tomorrow and see if I can't scam a ride from someone. It's only about 4 miles away, but that can leave some big blisters if you don't wear the right shoes.

I've sent in dozens of copies of my resume to different places, but it seems like I'm just dropping it down a well. I should sell all my stuff and bum around San Francisco. Still, I've made it this far, not much sense in giving up.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

I think the summer drains all my desire to blog. Maybe it's the lack of beer. I had something of an interview today, however. Perhaps I'll have beer monies again soon. It won't be in time for Clerks 2, but whatever. How's everyone else doing?

Monday, July 03, 2006

Crudsticks. I really don't want to drag my ass around town in the crippling summer heat looking for a job, but the rent must be paid. I need a sugar mama or something.

Insert bad joke here.