Man, I've been ranting a hell of a lot lately. But like I said before, when it rains it pours, and it hasn't stopped yet. It's just moved to different areas of my life.
Now I'm laying in bed, panicking, because I'm coming to the realization that I'm totally fucked. I mean, I've been fucked for a while now, but I've been able to pretend otherwise, at the very least. Now, though, it's staring me in the face. Every cent that I currently have access to, I owe to someone else. I will be broke by Friday. I am functionally broke already.
The anal-retentive roommates that I have been gleefully rid of for the last three months are moving back in in the next few weeks. I've been looking for apartments, and I found one that will let me take my dog ... which will make me a fucking happy man. Problem is that it's $150/month more than I'm paying here already, which I can only barely afford as it is.
Add on top of that that I'm very seriously considering quitting my job because I've been reminded a million times why it's the worst thing I could possibly be doing right now, and my financial situation does not get better. I was hoping to sell some short fiction, to help alleviate the costs that are surrounding me these days, but that didn't go so well. I'll try again, but it's sort of put a damper on my spirits.
And then, I get to go to my job (which as I have mentioned is becoming agonizing) and give free food to people who are living lives of leisure. Not luxury, of course, but leisure. Their welfare comes in, and they don't feel the need to work. Once a month they come to pick up free food, and then blow their checks on alcohol and cigarettes.
Failing figuring out a way to go on welfare, or selling some fiction, or getting Bill Gates to mail me a check, my idea of 'let's find a new job' hasn't produced much fruit. I've only checked online thus far, but so far everything is either a step down from my already abysmally low position, or requires training and/or education that it shouldn't.
World, let me tell you something. I am a smart man. I try not to talk about it too much, because my self-pride can sometimes border on arrogance, but if you picked one hundred random people from this city, there might be two or three who are smarter than me. I don't mean to say that I have all the knowledge, or all the skills, but when it comes to speed of learning, problem solving skills, etc, I'm a fucking amazing catch. And yet you won't even look at me for your goddamn janitorial position because I don't have a fucking Master's.
The simplest answer is to just get up and move away, to somewhere where it's cheaper, or where there's more money. But I don't want to do that. Not yet. Things were getting better here up until last week, and then the bottom decided to fall out.
Sometimes I feel like Job had it easy. The bastard.