clean up
The last few days have been interesting.
One of the girls I used to work with at the group home told me about a temp agency that will place anyone in light industrial/ factory work. I went and applied and they got me in somewhere the next day. It’s at minimum wage, but it’s full time and I’d be paid weekly. For now, this will be a satisfactory solution to what’s going on.
I happily quit the group home and picked up my last check. It was over 100 dollars more than I expected. I didn’t realise I had worked that much. They expressed some surprise, but who cares? I’m done with that place, and frankly, that field. The most important thing working in a group home has taught me is that I’m not as compassionate or patient as I once believed. I always fancied myself to be the sweetest person. It taught me I’m just like everybody else. This was an important gauge of my emotional limits.
I also applied to two hot-shot companies, and one of them called me back. We are to have a photo interview Monday @ 8:00 am. If I get in THERE, my monetary problems will be over, so I’m praying fervently that I can.
My room mate’s car was stolen two days ago, so we are sharing mine. My Honda has 260,000 miles on it. It also has a tiny homemade switch for the fuel pump when it decides it doesn’t want to compensate for a short somewhere in the electrical system (I’m inclined to think it’s a relay, but I don’t know for sure). One thing my car doesn’t have right now? Insurance. Not even the state minimum. Both of us have a long commute back and forth to work. I’m praying I can correct that situation within a month in case I hit someone.
Anyone that lives in MI will tell you our car insurance is ridiculously high, especially if you live close or in Detroit. One company quoted me 800 dollars a month despite the fact that I never have had an accident and my car is 20 years old. As many as 2/3 of the drivers in the city are riding dirty. I do my best not to, but these last few months have been impossible. I haven’t had a car, so why buy a policy? Now my room mate and I are gonna pool the resources we do have to put no-fault on my car. Hers didn’t have insurance either, so she’s not going to have a vehicle for a long time.
Our grace period in the house may end in September. It could be later than that, but we don’t know for sure. I talked to my DHS case worker and she told me that there are resources to help us relocate if we get the "GET OUT" notice to her. As soon as the sheriff comes knocking, I’ll bring it to her, and hopefully they’ll put us both in a place we can deal with. If not, I’m going home, and I’m going to advise my room mate to swallow her pride, buy a bus ticket to Vegas and do the same thing. I figure that since I’ve gotten rid of most of what I own already, I can have a short stint with my parents and then find a boarding house or tiny apartment in the city.
I sold 1/2 of my food benefits to my parents in exchange for them repairing my car. That means that I have 1/2 of the groceries I’d usually be alloted for one person, and there’s 2 of us. I hope that these jobs come through.
In the meantime, I"m enjoying the weather and seeing my friends again. I stayed up late Friday night talking with my friend Dia and catching up. We wandered downtown Detroit, admired street art, went back to her place for spaghetti and internet and chatted about guys and the fact that she’s going to finish the last of her schooling at home (I am jealous. My parents wouldn’t home school me when I was in HS).
There are several events I’m looking forward to in September also, which includes concerts, talents shows and dance lessons. I’m staying positive because the present is kind of grey, but the future looks bright, bright. I’m hoping I can keep it up.