February 14th was 47 days ago, and February the 11th was 50 days ago. That spread is static -- it will always be 3 days difference. The spread of time as I stretch away from those days will always be dynamic.
February 11th is my problem right now. 50 days without a job. Amanda told me this morning that she would just stay in bed all day at this point. I might, too, but then I'd have no place to go at night when I got tired of doing nothing.
I applied at Sonic to be a car hop. They haven't called back. I don't even know everywhere I've applied at anymore. If someone calls and ambiguously refers to an application or resume, I'll have to ask them what job I applied for. Actually if anyone calls at this point, I think I'll ask them if they have the right number.
Looking for a job is not a full time job. Being jobless is.
I don't qualify for foodstamps or welfare or unemployment. Plus, I go to church, and everyone knows that people who go to church aren't poor. We're down to double digits in the checking account. This is where trust and faith in God either kicks in or reveals itself to be very pale. I'd better start praying.
Its not all bleak, though. I had the foresight to buy 25 lbs of rice at the beginning of all of this. Her parents donated a couple of good meals to us. We have food in the house for three more weeks. I still have a small paycheck coming in.
Lose your pride. Remove your dignity. Go be a janitor again.
No one is hiring janitors.