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weirdletSo- not to put too fine a point on it, we're in major financial trouble. Oh, we have been for a long time, but it's coming to a head. I've overheard the words 'bankruptcy' and 'try to save the house'. Not 'will save the house'. Mom refuses to promise that we'll come out of it allright, but she says she thinks it's 'strongly possible' we can save the house.
This Does Not Reassure Me.
I'm trying to find a minimum-wage job so I can pay off the debt my school stuck me with after leading me on to thinking that I could pay through loans and erase my debt *after* I got the magic piece of paper (all it's good for, really, since I feel dumber every year and nobody's gonna pay an Art History major for Art History). The basement that should have been mine- hell, the GPS unit that was bought specifically for me so that I could expand my horizons without getting lost- has been lent out to Dad's idiot friend. I don't think I shall see them again in a hurry. I'm trying to think of places to work that will let me keep my one-fucking-day-a-week for socializing, and ways I can balance taking care of Dad, doing my own thing, working and occasionally sleeping.
I already owe money to people that I shouldn't have had to sell my soul to until I graduated. Begging isn't cost effective, borrowing has already been shown to be a non-viable option (I need cosigners, and my cosigners have missed mortgage payments, so there's no way they can cosign anymore), I haven't got the skills or the stomach to steal, and if I could find a safe avenue through which to whore myself, ya know- I totally would. At least that way someone would be paying me, instead of the other way around. It'd be an education. Heck, I might be especially popular with the nerd set. But there's no legal or social role for that in this place, day and age, and I wouldn't have the skills or the sense required, anyway.
Fuck.
I can't impose on Terry for a job, he's already got one deadbeat employee, and I don't think he actually has enough stuff going on in his store to require another underling. Anytime I think of the idea of making dice-bags for gamers, I have to remember that A) I haven't got the space to work in, even if I've got the sewing machine and B) who's gonna pay me ten bucks, fifteen for a frilly little mess when they can just use a plain pouch in this time of economic hardship? I can't serve food to people, that requires capital and licensing. If I got good at it, I could paint miniatures...?
Even if I had writing or art skills sloshing loose, nobody's buying that right now.
On the upside, limiting myself to two Pepsis a day seems to be trimming a bit off me.
This Does Not Reassure Me.
I'm trying to find a minimum-wage job so I can pay off the debt my school stuck me with after leading me on to thinking that I could pay through loans and erase my debt *after* I got the magic piece of paper (all it's good for, really, since I feel dumber every year and nobody's gonna pay an Art History major for Art History). The basement that should have been mine- hell, the GPS unit that was bought specifically for me so that I could expand my horizons without getting lost- has been lent out to Dad's idiot friend. I don't think I shall see them again in a hurry. I'm trying to think of places to work that will let me keep my one-fucking-day-a-week for socializing, and ways I can balance taking care of Dad, doing my own thing, working and occasionally sleeping.
I already owe money to people that I shouldn't have had to sell my soul to until I graduated. Begging isn't cost effective, borrowing has already been shown to be a non-viable option (I need cosigners, and my cosigners have missed mortgage payments, so there's no way they can cosign anymore), I haven't got the skills or the stomach to steal, and if I could find a safe avenue through which to whore myself, ya know- I totally would. At least that way someone would be paying me, instead of the other way around. It'd be an education. Heck, I might be especially popular with the nerd set. But there's no legal or social role for that in this place, day and age, and I wouldn't have the skills or the sense required, anyway.
Fuck.
I can't impose on Terry for a job, he's already got one deadbeat employee, and I don't think he actually has enough stuff going on in his store to require another underling. Anytime I think of the idea of making dice-bags for gamers, I have to remember that A) I haven't got the space to work in, even if I've got the sewing machine and B) who's gonna pay me ten bucks, fifteen for a frilly little mess when they can just use a plain pouch in this time of economic hardship? I can't serve food to people, that requires capital and licensing. If I got good at it, I could paint miniatures...?
Even if I had writing or art skills sloshing loose, nobody's buying that right now.
On the upside, limiting myself to two Pepsis a day seems to be trimming a bit off me.
