And The Beat Goes On

Published September 22, 2016 by mindfulofchatter

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It seems like eons since my last post. In actuality it has been 4 days. Only 4 days. It is amazing how time can warp to feel long or short depending on our mood and the things that impact that time.

In those 4 days I have finished up more orders that I will ship today, gotten an order for three more of the little pumpkins I have been painting (along with the skulls), looked RV’s to live in, and applied for more jobs. Today I will go back to one place I applied at before and re-apply. It can’t hurt. They can only ignore me again. I’d phrase it as saying ‘No’, but they never actually say anything. They simply never ring back.

I have made enough money with my little painting gig to pay my bills but not my rent. I think there is local group that may help with my rent. I will have to ferret them out and see. I am not adept at ‘working the system’ because until lately, I have had no need, and I dislike having to be helped by government agencies. I can work. I want to work. There’s just that snag of finding the actual work itself.

I’ve applied for a few housekeeping jobs. I am of the generation that dresses nicely when going to look for work. This becomes a disadvantage at times. The last place I went tried to steer me into care giving, which I am not wired to do. Another place thought I ought to work the front desk, but they had no openings there. I want to work in housekeeping, but no one seems to think I ought to.

Now understand, I am not dressed to the nines. I am not in a skirt suit and heels, with my hair swept up into a french roll. I do not look like I ought to be a TV attorney or executive. I wear a nice, casual dress and flats. My hair is brushed and I wear light make-up. Apparently the ability to dress remotely nice means you can’t run a vacuum cleaner, make beds and dust.

Now, I know what housekeeping is. I have done hotel housekeeping. It is hard work. You are exhausted the first week or so. Your body hurts from head to toe until it becomes accustomed to the work. It isn’t as easy as people think it is. So, yeah, please tip your housekeeper when you stay at a hotel. She is working harder than you may think.

I am looking for a cheap RV. It doesn’t have to pretty. I can clean it up. I just need a place to live and not be homeless. I have a marvelous friend who would like very much for me to be where she is so we can help each other. That is our goal. But I need an RV of some sort to make that happen. Or a million dollars to buy a place for us to live, but the RV seems a much more achievable task at the moment.

I am grateful for the help I have been given up to this point. It has kept me afloat. I am grateful for the people who have ordered the little skulls and pumpkins, many of whom have paid more than the balance due. I am grateful that GusMonster is still with me and still mostly happy. I am grateful for every day I have with him.

The beat goes on. I will keep dancing along with it.

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