None of my interviews are getting me anywhere. I find myself mired in a crummy job market. While current conditions and circumstances are definitely poisoning my ‘job-seeker’ attitude, my ‘overall’ spirit feels just fine.
I could do homeless. First of all, I have family and friends who would demand that I come live with them if they found out I was sleeping in my car (my car is paid off, it’s mine mine mine, nobody can take it).
Friends and family would search for me and drag me back home with them by force.
But . . . I could do homeless:
- Labor Ready – I’m pretty sure if I showed up at four o’clock in the morning, and I got in line, I could get a day’s labor and a day’s pay . . . now and then. The pay would be low, maybe fifty or seventy-five bucks, but it would be cash. It would not be enough cash to hold down a home – at least, not a home I would want to live in – but it would be enough for food and car insurance and data and gas.
- Health club membership – I could go there to take showers. I could go there to kill huge chunks of time. A YMCA membership might be possible with whatever cash I manage to scrape together from labor jobs.
- Free wifi everywhere.
- Libraries – Kill time. Gather info.
- Malls – Kill time.
- PO Box? For an address? To write on job applications. Too much expense? . . .or, sister’s address?
- Walmart – to kill time, to camp out in the parkin lot, to get cheap stuff.
- Parking lots of apartment complexes and motels — where I’d park if I had to sleep in the Corolla Camper Conversion.
- The woods. Live like Rambo. Lots of cheapo camping gear at Walmart.
Man, why do I find myself in this situation? I worked my ass off at that last job . . . overtime, weekends, holidays sometimes. I learned some awesome skills, I thought. Those fuckers pushed me out. Why am I in this position at this time in my life? I work hard but I don’t work smart I guess. I have another person to consider in all this too. I have enough in savings to make it for quite a while, but, man, what the…