Today, I have to set up interviews for two different jobs, neither of which I'm interested in.
I need employment to acquire an apartment so that I can leave the house I don't want to leave. If anyone knows of a swell two bedroom available on the cheap, I'll be your best friend for a satisfactory period of time.
As a child, I never considered the possibility of being poor. Even when my family was scraping by, I didn't notice all the penny-pinching that was going on. Not to say that I was a happy child, I certainly was not, but amid my misery I was largely content.
Financial security is alien to me. Now that I'm left to my own devices, I've only managed to live above the poverty line for about thirteen months. I think that I might make just enough money this year to qualify for government assistance.
I'm just hoping that one of these two crappy jobs will pay enough to convince a landlord that I'm not a total risk.
Brother, I don't need a hand-out...I need a hand-up.
