As previously demonstrated, I suck at an actual posting schedule. Or even posting anything semi-regularly.
Everything is changing. S and J asked me to leave, so I'm trying to figure out where I'm going to live. I have until February 1st, which is when I have to move out. So far, I have no idea. I don't know where I'm going to end up. I have a couple of friends who are willing to keep me from ending up on the streets, but no real hope of finding something on my own.
I'm currently working on fixing my resume so it doesn't suck because I'm trying to apply for a job that requires a resume and a cover letter. The cover letter is done, but I'm getting stuck on the resume.
I was going to look into going to school for a pharmacy technician certificate, but FAFSA doesn't pay for non-credit classes, so I am rethinking what I want to do and if I can do this. I'm thinking about getting an associate's in business administration so I can try to find something I can do for a living while I look into going to college for real, or maybe the business admin degree will be enough. I don't know.
Since I never unpacked all of my stuff when I moved in here, I don't have a ton of stuff to pack - most of what I'm waiting to pack right now is towels that are in Girl Child's room that S has promised to locate (I think she's doing that in a few minutes, actually), and what little kitchen stuff I came with. I think. I keep remembering stuff that I forgot I owned. Like my purple ice cube trays. I have no idea what happened to those.
I found out recently that my job with a certain clothing store was a seasonal position. So I no longer have that job or the income. I get my last check tomorrow, and I'll be checking then to see what is going on with this situation.
So, to summarize, I am pretty sure I have no job, and in 3 weeks, I will no longer be living here. I don't know where I'll be. Yep, looks like that bottom is rushing up to meet me.
So. I've put a donation button for my PayPal account on this blog. Totally optional. I don't require anybody to actually give me money unless they want to. But it's there. Because I am at that point. I hate that it's come to this.
In fact, I hate basically everything right now.