Hello all! Yes, I'm a damn sight more chipper on this Monday. Last week was a bad week, except for Thursday. I didn't let anything bother me on Thursday. Anyway, I guess I'd better explain why I was so twisted last week. Man, I swear--it still makes no sense to me! Basically I was denied aid, she said, because I wasn't working enough hours. She told me if I found a full-time, day time job (like I'd said I was going to look for after I left there), then they could help me. Or if I got more hours at my present job. She said if they helped me that time, what would stop me from coming back?

Now what I want to know, ladies and gentlemen, is what the fuck is that supposed to mean? If I had been working more hours to begin with I WOULDN'T HAVE NEEDED EMERGENCY ASSISTANCE!!! If I hadn't gone basically two weeks without solid work I WOULDN'T HAVE NEEDED EMERGENCY ASSISTANCE!!!! You know what I think? I think "christian charity" is an oxymoron and a crock of shit. I'd much rather see some Pagan charities spring up--Pagans are much more laid back and tend not to think they're higher and mightier than everyone else. Man, yeah I guess when I think about it I'm still pretty twisted over the way that woman treated me--I was crying my ass off and told her how could I look with my face "like this"--all puffy from crying--and she said "it'll pass". BITCH!!!!!!!! She didn't even listen to what I wanted to do, just wrote down all my expenses and then told me she thought I'd be denied but she needed to talk to someone else first. All I wanted was a couple hundred towards rent. And after all that she wanted to give me an eviction schedule, and FOOD... yeah like I'm homeless but I've got food in my belly! LOL at that, in a really mean and sarcastic way. I was gonna just walk out--truly I was afraid I was gonna totally lose my shit, start bellowing obscenities, and get forcibly removed--but I stuck a note in her "prayer box" that said I prayed they actually helped people like they said they did because they failed me miserably, and they could pray for me while I was living in my truck, and I totally signed my name. I wonder how long it took her to remove my note from that prayer box--when I think about it I really can't see her leaving that in there, lol. 

Oh well, though--the rent's getting paid, albeit late as hell and with a whole bunch of court costs added, and I'm not losing my shelter. I'm back to work tonight, like I was last week, and I'll get a check worth something the next time I get paid. I won't go out of town again until I'm way more stable financially, and hopefully some ideas I have (and have been fed) will make me money on a steady basis, enough money that I don't have to worry about how my bills are gonna get paid any particular month, or sweat because I don't have money to buy people birthday or Christmas presents. Anyhoo, I'm gonna hop off now--I'll be in touch. Peace!