This morning

Well, it’s 10:25 am here, no matter what time it says it is at the end of this post. And, I haven’t heard from the principal at the charter school. I do have to talk to her and see if she can make me a copy of my recommendation letters because I gave her one of the last set of copies.

I wake up if and wonder if and when I will ever have another paying job and if it will be something I can be happy doing. It is very important that I do something that fulfills me. I know that is not the way to look at it. I know. One should do anything legal to bring in money, whether they like it or not. I know, but it doesn’t usually work out for me if I’m just doing anything legal.

I think I shot myself in the foot with Walmart. I had a couple interviews at different stores set up at Walmart but forgot about them and especially since I thought I had the advertising job. ( and I told my uncle I had the advertising job ). I didn’t even call to tell them I wasn’t going to be there---one completely slipped my mind and I was actually working my one day at the advertising place and forgot to call.

My uncle probably doesn’t understand why I can’t get and keep a job.

I’m going to post something I wrote a long time ago. It’s not the best writing in the world—just something I was playing around with.

Cindy