Rent past due. No job.
I did not know what to do. Embarrassed and scared, I could not tell anybody my situation.
The thought of calling my mother scared the shit out of me, but I did not see another option so I finally did.
I admitted to the basics.
"I went to go meet and sign with a new agency and I lost my job because of it. I was assured I would be compensated for the flight mix-up and missing work/losing my job. But that it all fell through and I wasn't getting that compensation."
This made no sense, of course, to my mom. She furiously demanded to know how this could happen.
"Why is somebody supposed to be helping you with your own rent? Who? How? What the fuck?!?"
click, she hung up on me.
I know she had already been concerned for a while and now I confirmed her fears while adding more.
I hated this. I hated this moment. Having to explain but not really explain at all that I needed rent yesterday and I also lost my job. I did not want to be that person. But I needed my rent, and I had no choice but to grovel over the phone.
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My mom paid for the rest of my rent and told me to never ask her for money again.
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General FictionAn aspiring actor detailing his first year in Los Angeles as he attempts to break into the Entertainment Industry. Eighteen-year-old Ryan Ash molds himself into an eclectic assortment of odd characters to survive while using these personalities to...
