The AT&T thing fell through. Third-party background checks way too scrutinizing. They can't verify the US Grants stint, of course. Just like AIG in '06. Ah well, we see where they ended up despite their supposed "high standards".The company I "lovingly" call the Big C seems to be ignoring my pleas to suck their funky, oozing corporate dick again. I guess I might have accidentally grazed it with my teeth last time 'round. Odd, I thought us fags were great cocksuckers?
Nothing seems sustainable in the area, and, since I know taking a losing proposition like cold-call telemarketing or some sleazy vacation room job will kill me, probably literally, I refuse to lay down and become food for worms just yet.
So I think we're headed for Koyaanisqatsi Land again, kiddies!
Hold onto your fucking hats 'cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride!
In preparation for what may be the "inevitable", I've been reading all sorts of "living homeless" blogs. Here's a comment posted by a reader of a blog that gives instruction on living relatively decently while homeless. I thought this bit of sharing hit it all right on the head:
I'm 51 now, but when I was around twelve my family ended up homeless for awhile, living in a park. My mother was an alcoholic, and I don't remember how long we were at that park, but it was pretty awful. It was summer, but at night we had no blankets and the dew would chill us and I couldn't sleep. We used the bathroom at a nearby 24 hour laundromat, but no baths or showers. In spite of all that, I found myself a few years ago daydreaming about being homeless. The pressures of my job and screwed up relationships had me daydreaming of solace in a nomadic life. At the time I still had my last child to raise, so it was out of the question, but now she is grown, and the idea of dropping the fetters of a "homeful" life beckon. You'd think, after my past experience, it would be the one thing I'd be most afraid of, but having survived it, I have to say it has made me a lot less fearful than most people I've known. A home has never made me feel secure, and I can't keep up with the mortgage payments of the one I'm in now, anyway. Homes, apartments, have never protected me from the worst things that have happened to me. Sometimes, when things got to be too much, I'd leave and stay out all night in my car, and frankly, I felt safe there. I mentioned this to a couple of friends, who were horrified at the idea, and I learned to keep my mouth shut. I stumbled across this site looking for ways to keep warm, inside or out. It is utterly fascinating, and you are obviously such an intelligent and resourceful person that what you write gives a whole new meaning to homelessness. Of course it can be awful, if it's not by choice, or especially if children are involved. It's not glamorous, but why shouldn't it be a legitimate lifestyle choice? I don't know if it ever will be in this country, because if you are homeless, then someone is not getting paid for the space you are taking up, and I think that is at the bottom of why our laws are so cruel to the homeless. You are not paying a mortgage, rent, utilities, property taxes, etc. How dare you escape without being picked clean? That is one of the biggest sins in our country, not being available to have money made off of you!