Strugglefunk 2015

As you know it's been a struggle to get life to move in a direction.

I was ordered to get back on welfare if I was going to keep my housing and not have a job. I would get a little over $200 a month to live on. All of which goes to renting my room. I was supposed to get it within 30 days of applying. I did so on the 5th of the month. The 5th is my regular disbursement day. I would jump on line to check the balance. Which was always zero. Even on the 6th of the month. The phone system was being annoying and trapping me in a loop and not telling me my balance. After sitting on the phone and redialing about 30 times I finally got my balance. It was $400. So I go to the cash machine to take it out, it says 'unauthorized use'. WHAT? I called the hotline and explained what happened, and they said I had to go to the office and have them 'unblock' my card. UGH! I hate going there. The office is right off skid row. So the smell most of the time is terrible. On hot days it's even worse. This day was a hot day. I had to get mentally prepared.

I got there and the line was of course extremely long. I was supposed to ask the cashier to unblock it for me. The cashier line is always short. One person maybe. But the customer service line was LONG! The cashier tells me he can't do it. Customer service has to. So I have to stand in the long ass line. I get in line, so far so good. THEN.........
The worst smell ever creeps up behind me. Imagine, spoiled milk, beer, ass and armpit funk. I was gagging. I had to cover my face with my jacket and breathe through my mouth. Then the funk got stuck in my mouth! I came up with this solution for moments like this when I can't swallow. I have a bottle of aspirin in my purse. I dump the pills in a side pouch and then spit into the bottle. It took an hour to get to the window. Once I did it took 30 seconds to unblock the card.

I need to be rich so I don't have to smell anything like that ever again. So I don't have to set foot in an aide office again.

I got an assistant job in a design studio. This girl I went to school with in Florida started a fashion company and it's gaining momentum. I'm not going to be making any money hardly. Just enough so I can invest in my on line stuff and grow that. And get little stuff I need. Hair nails, movies. Phone bill.

On the way to my first day of work I am on the bus and a homeless man gets on. He walks past and the smell is back. He smells like he slept in a dumpster full of rotten meat. Everyone claps a hand over their faces. I am gagging again. I just ate breakfast! Luckily there is another bus on the road going to the same stop. I hop off and get on it to escape the smell. 

I have to get money so I can get a car and not be subjected to this bullshit anymore. It's over.