Sept. 8, 2008

Well, do you want the good news or the bad news first? Wish I could tell everything that happened this weekend, but I would appear a fool.

Not sure where to start. I always feel I must “stay put” on the weekends because not a lot can be done where finding a job is concerned on the weekend. I drove around a beautiful place in my hometown, here, where some beautiful houses are built and a couple pieces of land where one more could be built. I’d love to live in one of those houses or build a new one. Sure would, but at the moment (this is the bad news)---I have $1800 in my checking account, and that’s it. Ku-put. That’s all folks. I know I’m in a better spot than some people but somehow that doesn’t make me feel all that much better.

I would love a big house for me and my animals and let my aunt have a one story but big house to herself. How nice it would be. Oh God, how nice it would be.

I’m 34 and never thought this would happen. I had better dreams and hopes for myself.

I spent 7 years of my life working in the educational field or working toward it, and I didn’t think there would be a way I could be practically penniless at this point. I haven’t been able to ask my uncle for a dime (which I think I mentioned already), and I dread the day, which may come, for one.

Good news? I have an interview with a nursing home tomorrow about being an activities assistant, working with the elderly people in activities. It would be part time (24 hours a week), but it would be something. It would be something, and then I could substitute teach (fill in for teachers) during the other time.

How nice that would be.

I have a meeting with a temp. service this afternoon. I saw "sales position," $87 K. and I had never heard of a temp agency offering that kind of position. I thought I'd call and I have a meeting with them. Not sure what it's all going to be about.

I was visiting Mrs. E this morning for a second at the high school in town (where I went, where my mom taught for half a year but many more at the Junior High). How incredibly awesome it felt just being there---if I had a bunch of money, I’d just go in and soak up the atmosphere. Oh God---it was like a taste of a decadent dessert.

I just don’t think that some people can really appreciate what they have sometimes. I think it’s virtually impossible for them to fully appreciate what they have.

Cindy