OMIGOSH! I Have a job!!!

And none too late. Whew! I had visions of sitting on curbs with a cup and a message scrawled on a piece of cardboard — will work for food.

So, affirming what I’ve always suspected, I got this job because of someone I know. I also got it because I am very qualified, or else this person would not have stuck her neck out on my behalf.
Whatever! I got the job. And I am soooo looking forward to it.

Ok, what kinda of job? Well, it’s working with at-risk HS seniors. It allows for a good deal of creativity and freedom. The hours are unbeatable. (school schedule) The pay is so-so, but opportunities for advancement abound. I had told my friend a while back that I was really interested in the type of work she did. She remembered. So when this opening came up, she forwarded my resume. She is so highly regarded by the agency that they didn’t hesitate to interview me. I was one of three that they interviewed. I felt during the interview that the job was mine. It went so well.

Cause for celebration!!! So the day I found out that I got it, I took some of my meager funds and treated myself to egg foo yon. Sure tasted good!

And of course, Murphy’s Law kicked in. I’ve gotten at least four calls from prospective employers since accepting the job. It felt so good to say “Thanks, but no thanks!”

Thank you God!!!

Ok, so things are looking up

I’ve had two more interviews since the last one. These two and the last one are all good jobs. Of these two, I’ll call them B and C, I liked C the best. The work sounds so interesting. The two main negatives are the pay and the commute (60 miles roundtrip). But at this stage in my life, I’d love to do some work that I’d actually enjoy. A dear friend referred me. If they offer me the job, which she feels they will, I’ll have to shine. I wouldn’t want her to regret referring me. They absolutely love her.

The interviews went well. I was a bit taken aback by B. When I got there, the manager took me into a room with 4 other people. I had no idea that would happen, so it was a bit intimidating. But I surprised myself. I was quite responsive and on point. Lots of smiles and note taking. Downsides about this job is that it has an unpredictable schedule, and they require you to work at least two 12 hour days per week, out of 80 over a two week period. Why do jobs do that? Seems to me they’d want to make it so that a person would WANT to stay. Job C had two interviewers. We were all about the same age. I think that’s a good thing, because I’ve been suspicious of age discrimination.

Both B and C are non-profits. Non-profits really don’t pay. But C has some excellent benefits and is a permanent position. B is funded yearly, so I’d be right back where I left off this time next year if it didn’t get funded.

Both jobs involve training, which I love doing, so I’m all psyched about that. The very first job interview (job A) was for an executive assistant to a big muckity-muck vp. I think it’d be interesting. There’s no oportunity for me to ’shine’ on my own, because I’d be mainly supporting the vp and his efforts. It pays better though, and he’s a pretty dynamic individual.

It sure feels better to at least get interviews. This is such a change from the months of getting NOTHING — not even a reject letter — from so many of the places I’d applied. Having the interviews has done a lot for my mood. Now, which one will offer me a job?

And then today, I got a reject letter from the state. It said “because you have no teaching certificate.” HUH? They obviously don’t READ these applications or resumes, because mine clearly states that I have a certificate. Geeezz…

These days…

I got my first job face-to-face interview yesterday. This is the first interview I’ve had for a “real” job in years. I call a real job a “position,” with real responsibilities, good pay and benefits. A nice title doesn’t hurt. My education and background fit right in. The VP interviewed me. It lasted almost 2 hours. He didn’t do the usual question/answer thing, and announced he wouldn’t. It was more of a conversational interview. We just chatted. I like him. He’s a serious, talented individual. He said when he saw my resume, he HAD to call me. That’s good. (I’ll tell you more about that resume in a minute). So at some point in our “conversation” I asked him point blank was I a contender, and he said “ABSOLUTELY!” I hope he knows I took him literally. I hope he’s as professional as I think he is and didn’t just blow smoke up my….uno.

Anyway, about that resume. (yes, I’d already converted my online resume to a “functional” type). But that’s not what I gave him. I actually submitted my resume back in June. So not hearing from them, I decided to call. Seems my resume was no where to be found, so I hand carried it to the office. The VP called me personally the very next day.

Online is cool, but I’ve not gotten much from it except a lot of bogus sales jobs. When I researched them on the internet, most came up in the scam or ripoff reports. What a waste. Good thing I knew to check those sources before shooting off personal information to those loosers.

So VP says I’m absolutely a contender, however he plans to interview more people and won’t make a decision for a couple of weeks. Oh well. Better keep looking. I also am taking an online class to renew my teaching certificate. I’ve avoided teaching all these years — rather successfully too — but now I may need to put this degree of mine to good use. I’m a little nervous about working with today’s ‘kids’ because I’m old-school. I hope jr doesn’t get me so riled up that I cold-cock’em. JK. sorta.

I keep checking the schools’ website, and so far, there’ve been no openings in my area. I’m hoping that postings haven’t been done or completed yet.
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My Days

are boring. My routine goes like this:

6:30 – 7am – wakeup; use restroom; turn on morning news
7 – 730am – go downstairs to let the dog out into the backyard;
grab a diet coke and a banana (my usual breakfast)
7:30 – 8:30am – call an out-of-state friend; watch the news
(I might head downstairs during this time)
8:30 – 10:00am or later – head downstairs; turn on computer; turn on tv;check emails; check job boards.
10:00 or whenever – take shower; get dressed.

Rest of the day — get back on computer; watch court tv shows; watch HGTV; call places where I’ve applied; find something to eat.

At some point during the day, I’ll go to the store – just to get out of the house. Usually, I’m picking up another 6 pack of diet coke – I prefer it in the bottle – a pack of cigarettes (gotta watch those. Being so idle these days, I was smoking too much), some more bananas. I go through about 1/2 pack of diet coke per day. I guess that’s not too bad — 48 ounces. I have to make myself drink water. I smoke almost a pack a day, but a few weeks back, I was buying those 2 fer’s and was smoking both packs in a day. I had to put a kabosh on that right away.

I only have money for cigs, cokes and a few groceries. I pet my gasoline. I’ve been nursing the same 1/2 tank for a week now. I only drive when I have to.

Then if I don’t have any errands to run, or places to drop off resumes, I come back home. I try to find something to read. I joined an on-line book club, worried at first that I wouldn’t keep up. I read the first selection in less than 6 hours. About 300 pages. No one else has finished. (groan)… See, that’s a good way for me to lose interest. Now I’m trying to read this book called Gold Coast. I don’t even know why I have this book in my possession, but it was on my book shelf, and I figured I should at least read it. I’ve read about 60 pages. It’s all about old money and gangsters. All of them got more money than I’ll ever see. So it’s a little depressing. Kinda. I’m waiting for the old money dude to have a run in with the gangster. (sigh)

When I’ve nothing to read, I end up trying to find someone to chat with on the phone, or watch more HGTV. I really don’t care a whole lot for the other programming. I am full up to here with the reality tv shows, and so much of the other stuff is way too silly, too violent, or too sexed up. There’s only so much of that I can take.

Never watched so much tv in my life. But what do you do when you don’t have a job, it’s way too hot to hang out, money is tight, gas costs too much, and you’re not motivated to indulge your hobby or clean your house. Heck, I have to have a long discussion with myself just to cook something simple like stir-fry.

I’m one of those people who needs something meaningful to do on a daily basis. When I have something I have to do, I tend to pile more on. I actually get more done. But this nothingness breeds more of the same. Why is that?

Empty mailbox

I bet I’ve sent out over 50 resumes since I started this blog. Probably more. I’ve been trying to keep a list: company name, contact info, job title and discription, date sent. My folders on my computer are filled with cover letters and different versions of my resume.

I shutter to think, but I think, it may be AGE discrimination. So I’ve started leaving off the year I graduated from college. It’s kinda hard to do that for employment, because HR people want to see how long you were on a job. I can’t just say 2 years here, 5 years there. Might be nice if we could. Then once granted an interview, you could fill in the actual dates. But if they’re doing the math and decide your age is a factor, then the resume gets tossed.

It’s hard to believe I can’t get an interview. Heck, I’m not even getting call backs.

So I signed up with one of those employment boards and posted my resume. I resisted doing that. Hate having my personal info out there for all to see. But I’m getting a little desperate, cause the funds are definitely dwindling. So what do I get? I get a lot of ’scam’ invites. Like the ones that want you to invest in some nebulous idea that doesn’t amount to anything, or receive ‘goods’ and remail them. I’m always on the watchout for those. I’ve searched on some employers only to come up with pages of ‘rip off’ warnings from people who followed up. Fortunately for me, I’m automatically suspicious of anyone wanting me to part with my hard-to-come-by cash. How you gonna ask an unemployed person to ‘give you their money’ unless you’re scamming them? Surprisingly, a lot of people do part with their cash.

At least once a week, I investigate self-employment opportunities. But like any start-up business, an investment is needed. I had the state send me info on becoming a PI, figuring I could do background checks. However, it seems the big companies might have a lock on that. They can certainly charge less than a one-woman shop. I’ve thought about writing e-books. But really, I can’t think of anything new and unusual that I could write about that someone couldn’t find for free on the net.

I use to do web pages, but my skills are rusty. I’ve promised myself that as soon as I get this financial thing situated, I will start studying all the new and improved codes and software. I’m waaaay behind.

If I had my way, and money was not an issue, I’d be an artist. Well, I am an artist, just not a working-for-pay artist. Use to be. But I dropped it about 7 years ago after my divorce. It seems I was at my stride DURING the marriage. It was a type of therapy for me. Let go of the source of my stress, and the art went by the wayside. I never made a lot of money at it, but I could pay for my trips to shows and for my equipment, and still have enough money for a vacation or gifts. Again, once I get my finances in order, I may pick it up again.

It’s amazing what goes on hold when you’re broke. It’s very humbling the decisions you CAN’T make when you don’t have the needed cash. It’s deflating to put off needed repairs of house, car or body, because the dollars just aren’t there.

I would imagine someone who has always been poor, and struggling just to stay alive, has some very self-defeating thoughts running through their head. Because I do. And this is the first time in my adult life that I don’t know where my next dollar is coming from.

Interesting.

And yet, I keep telling myself that my ideal job is coming. It may take divine intervention, a certain kind of timing. Someone is doing my job right now, and plans to retire; some company is opening up a new position as soon as the requisition goes through; someone is about to be fired and the job needs to be filled by someone like me. I have to think that way. It’d be real easy to stay down and not come up again.

Hmmm…guess I need to do an update

(is there a spellcheck on this thing?)

This blogging thing is a habit I’ll have to learn to form. I was even terrible at keeping a diary, so it’s going to take some discipline, because unlike a lot of social ‘trends,’ this one caught my attention, and I really want to do it.

One new trend that hasn’t garnered my interest is the new Iphone, which I will not be buying anytime in the foreseeable future. I’ve got a couple of reasons for that:

1. Unemployed again
2. Not sure why I need one, other than the fact that I can’t justify the expense.

So about the unemployment. I voluntarily quit the last job – the one with the uniforms. You know how you know a thing, but you really haven’t internalized a thing? Well, that’s what I did in regard to being on “commission.” (I think I was just so grateful to have ‘a job’) After training, the pay was based on commission with a draw. Omigosh — the draw! I worked and worked and worked, and owed them! Uh? I did the math and realized I couldn’t afford to put in those kind of hours and owe my employer for the privelege. That’s got to be some sort of masochism.

Ok, so someone’s reading this (probably not, there’s never been any indication that anyone reads my blog) and thinking –she was probably lousy at sales. Actually, the way this company had the sales’ floor set up, I really didn’t have a whole lot of control over sales. See, available sales’ people stood in line and took customers in turn. Even if the customer made it clear — like holding up their hand in your face – that they were only there to look, we had to stay with that customer until they left the premises. One weekend, I clocked about 20 hours and every single customer that came in was a looky-loo. Now I ain’t mad at the customers, but if I could have moved on to the next customer until I found a ready-to-buy-now type, I might have been able to land a hot one that weekend. Bottomline, the sales model and the draw were actually pushing me further behind the proverbial 8-ball. I was making more bills working there. Sorry, I know lots of people are in sales with the same structure, but I just couldn’t wrap my brain around it. Plus, I’m already in sales (but I haven’t mentioned that yet…one day)…and I decided that two such jobs was not very wise.

And then I finally sold my old residence, which gave me a small, but needed, infusion of cash. Whew! It was getting really hairy around here. I paid off all the personal loans from family and friends, and let me say “they were all GREAT” coming to my rescue the way they did, caught up on some delinquent bills, and turned in my notice at the gig. No regrets, except what to do with all these uniforms?

Back to Iphone — the demos look cute. But what I’m finding in my personal life is that I don’t know that I want to be that available all the time. I already check my email several times a day, accept or return all calls to both home and cell. Heck, I resisted getting a cell phone until 9/12//2001. And then it was a couple of years before I dared turn it off, because I felt “guilty” like I was hiding. Lately, though, I’ve been turning that sucker off and feeling real slick, like I got away with something. I’m incognito, nobody knows where I am or what I’m doing…heh, heh. That, plus screening, has really freed me from the phone. Besides, I could use the $500 – $600 it costs to purchase an Iphone (not to mention the monthly subscription charges), to pay my PHONE bills, and then some. Naw, no Iphone for me. I’ll wait a couple of years, after the technology has been perfected and the price has dropped to $39.99.

Meanwhile, I’m still looking for work.

So I’ve got this part-time gig

It’s not bad. It’s in sales. Got some sort of agreement not to go mentioning the name on the internet. Not so much the name, but gabbing about it. Ok. Let’s just say, it’s something we all depend upon. And it’s a big Fortune 500 company.

Good gig, basically. I see lots of opportunity to make money. I finished training last week, and had one good sale already. I have a mentor, but he wasn’t available the day I had to work with the customers to make that sale. It took me 13 long hours to close. (groan). Everyone said — after the fact– that I really shouldn’t have been left alone to figure all that out. Fine thing to say ‘now.’ Anyway, I got through it, a little worse for the wear, but now I do have a better understanding, and a commission coming.

Meanwhile, I’m still broke. I sent letters to my creditors telling them that I can’t pay, that I need some time to make some things happen. I’ve got a couple of things in the works, but it’s anyone’s guess if and when those things will come to fruition. I asked for a 60 day waiting period. Probably won’t get it. One creditor already told me ‘we understand, but can’t stop the process, will have to go forward with our usual steps.’ Oh well. There’s go my credit rating into the toilet. Such is life. Can’t do no more than what I can do. Can’t get blood from a turnip — all that.

Meanwhile, I had to use my first little pay from the part-time gig to buy “uniforms.” (sigh). I haven’t even shopped for clothes for myself in over a year, and here I have to pay for uniforms. Really needed that money too.

I originally hoped for a full-time position with this company, but all they offered was part-time. Now that I’m part-time, I think I actually prefer it, because it allows me to keep searching for the “right” position. Then once the right position comes along, I can choose to keep the part-time position and do both. Work like a Haitian. I need to catch-up, get ahead.

Ok, lightening is striking. Got a storm in the area. I’m signing off.

Each day underemployed

feels like forever, as I watch my meager funds dwindle. I had to make an electric bill payment today(on my former residence that I have been desperately trying to sell for several months now). I had a shut off notice – not a first, because sometimes I use to get them because I’d forgot to pay, or had the bill stuffed in my purse, stamped and ready to go — but forgot to mail. This time it was a first for getting a shut off notice and not knowing where the money to pay was coming from. It’s more than a little embarrassing to sidle up to the cashier’s window and ask, “what’s the minimum I can pay?” And then to be overjoyed because I could pay just the oldest bill, and not the total. The total would have sent me looking for funds to borrow again.

I owe, I owe…I wish it was off to work I could go. I’ve always paid my bills, maintained a stellar credit rating, and it’s disheartening to see that a couple of months of missed payments may send it into the toilet.  And there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it – today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow some beneficial thing will reveal itself. Goodness knows I spend hours trying to find it. My son will call and ask me “whacha doing?” and I’ll say “dialing for dollars.” He finally asked me what did I mean when I said that, and I told him “I’m broke,” to which he responded, “oh…”

I guess that’s all anyone can say is “oh…”

I was talking to a friend of mine and telling her that it hurts my head to think about all that’s gone wrong, so I try not to think about it. Then something breaks, some foodstuff runs out, another bill shows up, and my mind is off to the races.  Occasionally, I’ll get a little glimmer of hope, and it’s soon dashed, or it’s postponed, or delayed. Must be murphy’s law or something — the more you want or need it, the less likely it will come to you today.

Sigh…this is getting old. I try to make jokes with my friends so that they won’t stop calling me for fear I’ll wear them down with my whining and woes. They laugh, but the closest of them know that I’m covering. Only one really digs deeper, bless her heart. She will ask “are you really ok?” I just tell her “things are a mess now, but I’ll be ok.” She always says, “if I had it to give, I’d give you some money.” She’s already given me some money. So have a couple of other friends and a couple of relatives. I don’t want to borrow anymore money from any of them, because I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay them back. I don’t want to lose them over some money.

So maybe next month, I’ll have to sit in the dark. Well, maybe it will be warmer then.

The longed for long awaited telephone interview « Eggshells and ashes

Happened today. The director had told me 4pm. What he didn’t say was 4pm eastern time. I’m on central. Fortunately for me, I was here at 3pm. Unfortunately for me, I had planned to use the time between 3 and 4 to brush up on some key points. Never happened.

This was interview #2 in the process. This person makes the decisions. He’s young, much younger than I, but he emphasized that he was looking for maturity and flexibility. I’ve got both. I hate interviews. You’re either not explaining the truth very well, or you’re embellishing (lying) about the stuff you do remember. I’ve been around for awhile so I really didn’t have to lie. But because I’ve been around for a while, I couldn’t remember a lot of the good stuff. And then he said what so many interviewers say: tell me about yourself. Is that what they teach in “How to Interview 101?” They don’t really want to hear all that. What they want is you in 25 sentences or less. Short, succinct sentences.

What’s the sign of a good interview? If the interviewer says ‘you have my number, my email, contact me if you have questions or more information you want to share’ – is that a good thing? I’m hoping/thinking so, because if he wasn’t interested, would he have talked to me over the phone for a full 30 minutes? Wouldn’t he have ended the conversation early and just said “thank you, we’ll let you know?” He didn’t say that. He said the former. But then he also added the seemingly obligatory “I have a couple of people I need to interview…blah, blah, blah.” To which I said, “gee, I thought I was the “one”…and he laughed. I laughed too, nervously.

So I wait. That’s the hard part. Especially when you desperately need a job, and this particular job is the ONE you really want and could see yourself staying with it for a while. It may be two more weeks before I find out. This could be the longest two weeks of my life. Or maybe I could just fill it with busy-ness with my $12 hour – 10 hours a week job and writing letters to my creditors about why they won’t be getting any money.

Ouch! My credit score. That precious credit score that I nursed and protected so fervently for the past 10 years. Down the drain.

It’s official…I’m broke

I use to read where someone who was once very wealthy proclaimed they were broke, but the truth was they were down to their last 10 million. I’m down to my last $1000. I wonder how’d they’d like those apples?

I’ve got a couple of interviews scheduled, so maybe something will come of those. I did accept a part-time gig in sales, but it’ll be a while before I can get on the selling floor and try to make ‘real’ money — as opposed to ‘play’ money, ’cause when you don’t make enough to pay your bills, all you can do is play with it and try to take your mind off the problem.

My brain is abuzz with ideas for continued self-employment, but all would take time and mo’ money to get started. Once I get a handle on this bill-paying necessity, then I can entertain some of those ideas. I’ve been writing them down in a book. And then a friend of mine referred me to a guy who needs a grant-writer. I haven’t done that in a while, but he really needs my help. Trouble is, his organization is broke and won’t have any money until April. Hmmm…what’s with all these jobs that don’t pay as you go? I’ll probably try to help him out anyway, because it could be a good fall-back in the future. They need funds all year long.

Meanwhile, I sit at home, working the computer, hopping from job site to job site. There use to be a time when I’d look at a job description and say “I can’t do that” or “I don’t want to do that.” Now I look at them all and say “let me see if I can baffle them with bs since I can’t dazzle them with brilliance.” And for the lesser jobs, I just say ‘what the heck’ and send them a resume. At one time, I even considered trying to be a bartender, even though I don’t drink and know NOTHING about liquor…lol, only to discover that those places want experience.  The nerve. How hard could it be to get people drunk? I just figured I could make good tips. Can’t do any waitressing cause standing up for long hours doesn’t work for my footzies. And I could just see myself crashing a whole tray of food over someone’s head.  Can you say “No tip.”

When I was in college, I cleaned the  houses of a couple of my professors. That wasn’t too bad of a gig –back then. I’d be hard pressed to do that today, seeing as my own house needs a good cleaning. I thought if I did do it, I’d figure out a way to start my own cleaning company and hire some folks to do the work. Cooking for folks? Ummm…not sure about that one either, ’cause I’ve been living on a diet of gummy bears and diet coke for years since my divorce.  I use to be a good cook, but cooking, like anything else, takes practice.

I’d babysit, but other than my own kids, I really don’t have the patience for the sweet li’l darlings. And I really think babysitters should have patience. The little tykes don’t deserve anything less. I was invited to apply for a management job at a large supermarket chain, but I got to thinking about how they are open 24/7 and someone would probably find me leaning, asleep, against the produce at 2am.

I guess you could say I have a lot of nerve being so picky with only $1000 in the bank. And that $1000 is borrowed money. Geeezzz…

Hello, I’m unemployed

My mind is filled with things I want to talk about here. I honestly don’t know where to begin. I feel like I need to explain my blog description – Eggshells and ashes – but I think I’ll do that later, when I’m in that kind of mood. I probably need to mention something about why I started a blog – it had something to do with ‘multiple streams’ and I won’t go any further with that. Why does anyone start a blog? I could elaborate about being among the unemployed, but I find that my lamenting is best done early in the morning when I’m still ‘hopeful’ for the day. You really don’t want to read what I have to say about  being unemployed at this time of day. Besides, I don’t want to have a blog filled with woe and rants and angst and whining. At least I don’t think so. Hmmm…maybe a rant every now and then…ranting does have its benefits. Well, anyway, I don’t want a blog that’s filled with all that stuff, all the time, but sometimes…there may be a paragraph or two where it will be obvious I am hanging by my fingernails.

So anyway, all that said, it would be polite for me to introduce myself, wouldn’t it? I’ll give you enough info to give you a visual. I’m female. I’m 5′10″. I’m 40+. I’m American.  Some things I’ll tell you later (or let you figure out): race, sexuality, politics, how much I weigh. See, I figure if I told you all that now, you’d form a mindset about who I am and what you imagine my experiences are. (see, I’m assuming there’s a ‘you’ out there, reading this).

Ok, back to the title. I’m unemployed and I misspoke – I do intend to speak on my circumstances today. I need a job. A j-o-b. I’m one of those people who is one paycheck away from homelessness, and I don’t have the “one” paycheck. I put the last of my dollars on my electric bill yesterday, because the thought of freezing, while starving, just doesn’t appeal to me. So I’m hoping since I paid the bill entirely, that if no job shows up by this time next month, I’m in the electric company’s good graces and can make an arrangement that would carry me through to April. You think? I use to work at a utility company. They use to make arrangements, but that was then.

I need to clarify something. I’m not unemployed in the traditional sense – as in no longer having a clock to punch or a boss to report to. See, I’m self-employed, but have no income coming in. For the first time since I started taking care of myself back when I was 17, I am not sure where my next mortgage payment is coming from.  (No, I didn’t have a mortgage payment to make when I was 17.) I’m not sure if I’ll be able to put gas in my car by this time next week.

I am at once, stressed and intriqued by my circumstances. On one hand, my circumstances are the first thing on my mind when I wake up in the morning. But on the other hand, I get a good night’s sleep, which I think is just awesome, because I have friends who have nothing pressing on them (at the moment), who can’t sleep. Not me. I can’t even watch tv in bed. I have a real appreciation for the sleep-timer. It keeps me from waking up in the middle of the night.

I’ve been without income since last year – since around October. I saw it coming. I did all I could to stop it, but it was kind of like being on a sliding board and you see this dog stop to do his business at the bottom of the slide, but you’ve built up this momentum, and you can’t stop. You can’t even jump off the side or put your feet up. So you slide down, your right foot going into the dog shit doo, while trying to balance yourself on your left foot so the rest of you doesn’t do the doo. What’s worse is you can’t find a way to clean your shoe, so you wipe the bottom of it in the grass, and the doo just smears.

Yeah,  I think that kind of describes what I’ve been experiencing.

Ok…in fairness to the truly unemployed, I just took a part-time for a leading sales company (I tell you who later). And like most sales positions — there’s no money for weeks. I’m in training. It’s paid training – $12 hour. (sigh) It costs me $8 an hour just to pay my mortgage. And they only have me training about 10 hours per week. That means I could pay 1/10 my mortgage. Hmmm…I didn’t factor in taxes.

So I guess you could say I’m severely underemployed. I’ll talk more about this later. Too much too soon, and what would I write about tomorrow, or next week.  I’ll talk about how I’ve had to juggle, borrow, sell, postpone, and bow out due to this decrease in funds. It’s been interesting, and revealing.