Spent all last week running from office to office doing paperwork. Really time consuming stuff. I hate the aid office because of the hopeless angry smelly air there. I leave with a stack of papers, and score a free phone on my way out two times. So I have a way to contact people in the meantime.
Labor ready texts but the one job I could do I didn't find out about till 30 minutes before. I wouldn't mind spending an afternoon at the convention center and getting paid for it. I'm ironically running out of everything and no cash in sight.
The $18,000 matrix keeps coming up with new things every day. People are getting restless and wondering when the money happens. There are no concrete answers, so of course people are getting pissed. The company is encouraging people to be patient and hang in there. It's just around the corner they say. Well it's been 5 weeks. When! My account is negative, let's get it going.
I got up early to go to the Jewish food pantry. They don't start seeing people till 10 but people start lining up at 6am. I got there around 8. The weather has been grey and sprinkling for days. Like being back in Seattle. I noticed an attractive man up toward the front of the line. I realized it was this guy I have seen around Hollywood for a couple of years. He always dresses very dapper. Sort of 1940s. Always is matching perfectly. Tall, striking features. But today he was in a sweatsuit and sneakers so I didn't make the connection right away. Whenever I see him my heart races. He looks at me and I look at him, and we both seem sort of nervous. I try and smile a little but not cheezy. I would love to talk to him, see what's up with his fashion. Today didn't seem like the day either. I was just glad I put on some makeup, even if I was just going to the food bank. This place gives you mostly organic foods. You can get fresh garden veggies, milk and bread and stuff. All the stuff I can't score at the office where I live. They give you big heavy bags too, so everyone comes with a rolling basket, or suitcase to handle it. I just had three fabric bags. They gave me one too. It was a struggle to get home. But I was glad I made the trip. I have to force myself to bake chicken this weekend. I have tons of it.
One of my agencies was telling me about a job that pays $17 an hour. Of course I was thinking that would be awesome cash. But they are notorious for not being able to get me a job where they tell me there is one. They have done this to me multiple times, then end up sending me on a labor job instead that pays $10. I can't keep going through this bullshit.
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