courtesy rujon.blogspot.com

Yesterday, I went to the bank and made a withdrawal for my August expenses (rent, phone, internet). Discovering I had approximately one more month of savings in the bank, I was depressed, despondent and dilapidated; especially since I did not get hired.

Today I offered five dollars to my mother just so I could put my name on a birthday card/gift for a three-year-old, who’s party we are attending today. On second thought, I don’t think I want to depart with five dollars for that honor.

On the bright side, when I am destitute and starving, I will have a gift card from The Cheesecake Factory with which I can dine at Grand Lux Cafe. This happened as a result of the Mother’s Day incident. Yesterday, in a last ditch effort to recover some of the money that had been stolen from my wallet I followed up with The Cheesecake Factory corporate office. I did not like the fact that the guy asked me what I was expecting as a result of my report, much less the fact that I had been left to feel unforgotten. It should have been automatic that they would send me a gift card – at least; without substantial evidence the money is gone.

Today I am bitter with humanity and the fact that I am being discriminated against because of a felony conviction. Of course this is supposition, but that combined with a negative credit history should not be the basis by which one is solely judged for employment. Whatever happened to checking one’s references?

Today my action included filing for financial aid. Hell! If I am not going to get hired for a job, I might as well go back to school.