No Writey
I haven’t been very writey lately. My days are fairly full–from the time I wake up until around 2pm, I’m calling and writing people asking if I may purchase their car or truck by making payments. Nobody’s taken me up on it yet.
From 2pm to around 7pm, I’m calling and writing people asking if I may apply for a job they’ve offered. It usually ends up being a scam, require me to pay something, or say the position’s already been filled.
From 7pm to midnight, I’m doing stuff around the house, cooking, cleaning, perhaps a nap or flinging the cat around.
After midnight, I dink around on Facebook, hug the druid, or crash the heck out.
And I do it all over again the following day.
My family needs a car so desperately and there are two people with full-time jobs, and another two who are applying everywhere to also be employed. With a car, I could find a job much faster, as there are jobs at the airport, delivery positions, and other such things I can’t do without my own transportation, as either the job requires it, or the busses don’t run in the middle of the night when I require them. I’d like rather strongly to get a job in realty, in product delivery, as a leasing agent, as a bank teller, or an employee in a small mom&pop store I particularly like. They all require transportation.
I’ve emailed or contacted over 417 people over the past month, asking if I may purchase their car with payments over time. I keep records of all of this. I have emailed or contacted over 286 people who have advertised openings and job opportunities in their organizations. I keep records of all that, too.
It’s not for lack of trying that I have neither a car nor a job. It gets very disheartening that I need one to have the other, and both are being denied to me. I spend a lot of time crying these days. I want to be a productive member of society and I want to ensure that the druid’s employment is secure. Life seems determined to keep me from that. I face each day with the naïve hope that someone might give me a chance, give me a try, give me a hand. Each night I have only sore fingers, a sore voice, and a phone with no charge.
I’m not sure what else I can do, at this point. I’ve started volunteering at an animal shelter, the hospital, and I just signed up to volunteer at a suicide crisis center. I’ll begin paperwork to volunteer at a computer repair place next Monday.
I understand that times are hard, but do they have to be this hard?
