October 2015 was the start of an Odysseus-Job-Heracles type of cycle of events.
I got laid off in the beginning of the year due to not coming into work with pneumonia. Everyone else at my job was sick with either the flu, fever, pneumonia, or a bug and my job expected me to crawl into work and WORK!
Like how do you expect someone to come into work with a contagious disease and file paperwork! Thing is, I didn't just not show up to work, I called in everyday that I wasn't coming in, had recent doctor's notes, and strong medications that made my immune system plummet and make me spit up like I was the lead possessed victim in an Exorcist film. I was an awesome employee in keeping my boss updated how sick and still sick I was. But they didn't care. So they fired me and to say the least I was happy. Tired of being reported for smiling at my job anyway.
Soon after recovering from my pneumonia, I got hired at a fast food joint; Jersey Mike's Subs. It was nice, I got 50% off subs, my co-workers were nice, and our neighbors were a GameStop and a Starbucks. Aside from my super tight uniform shirt, I thought I was doing awesome at my job until my manager fired me for being "too slow". . . I picked up 20-50 pound boxes and made sure all duties were done. . . But I'm slow. . . Fine.
Jobless again.
But it seemed like my mom was faring better than I was in employment department.
My mother had quit her hellish low-paying job at the courthouse (which I was also a former employee) for the job of her dreams in health-care. Strutting her Bachelor's Degree in Health Care Administration, she was all too happy to get the job that she deserved and loved. So she quit immediately without giving a two-weeks notice and walked out the door in her freshly-paid Jimmy Choo stilettos. What she found out was, it wasn't the job of her dreams. It was a sham. Instead of helping people in getting the health-care they needed and providing what they couldn't afford, she was selling insurance in a sketchy building that promoted getting sales to acquire a nice paycheck.
So with a crappy paycheck that barely paid for two bills and the time ticking for the end of our lease. My mom and I quickly realized that we were beyond screwed.
Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not. - Oscar Wilde
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Fighting for Dreams
Non-FictionLife sucks. Life didn't give me lemons. It shoved lemon juice in my eyes and told me to smile while it did. These are my personal entries of it's like being homeless and hiding it from friends, classmates, and co-workers.
