Yeah! Eat that shit bitch!
Well, it’s about damn time! We’ve been stressed to the max, worried ourselves sick, and have been made angry many times over. Things are starting to finally perk up around here. Daniel has a good job at an Alzheimer’s facility as an account manager. I’m in retail sales at a Sharper Image-type store, we FINALLY have our own place (not living under an overpass…Kathy), and we have a puppy! His name is Kitty!
This entire time I’ve felt like someone has owed me/us something. We’ve worked our asses off to find jobs, and we now have them. We lowered our standards, gone through the shit, and made our consessions. I felt that we were perfectly qualified for many of the positions we applied for, and we were. I just thought it was because we were from out of state and it was harder for us because we havn’t had any prior experience here. I was wrong. I also knew the economy played a huge factor in all of this. Yet, I still felt like we were owed something.
Before I got this job, and Daniel was still working at Jack in the Box, some things were brought to light. He had told me of people who wrote or told him about their economic situation. He told me of this lady he works with that has her Masters in Accounting, used to work with the IRS, and is going back to school for some thing or another. Anyway, she was a VERY qualified lady with many credentials. She is working as an accountant with him, and probably making MUCH less than what she has worked all her life for.
There was also a person that emailed him and told him that she was living out of a tent and her car while working. That really pissed me off. No one should be driven to the point of living like that. I blame the economy. It also humbled me. Here I was thinking that I was getting a raw deal because I couldn’t find even a part time job. I never lost a house. I never lost my vehicle. I never lost my job. Because of the kindness of two people, we had a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs. Don’t get me wrong, we were very thankful and grateful. It just feels like we were being a little selfish because we weren’t being givin a break. I always say “it could always be worse”, but I just wasn’t listening to myself.
So, we have our jobs, our little apartment in the ghetto, and a puppy. It may not be much right now, but it’s ours. With everything that we’ve gone through to get to this point, we can give many words of wisdom and offer much advice.
