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Thomas has a phone interview tomorrow. It’s looks promising. FT job at a learning center is the neighborhood. He’s been emailing a little bit back and forth with them already. Cross your toes for him, please! He really needs to find something with steady FT hours (which, sadly, means buh-bye non-profit/public service that he’s loved for years). Although the hourly rate isn’t particularly fantastic, it’s OK, and being that he’d get 40 hrs a week and not have to commute into Manhattan…the pros outweigh the cons.
Between my new job at the city college, and my contract with IP, I am finally feeling a sense of security. Hopefully, for him, finding something with more hours, we could actually save money and improve our credit this year…start patching up all these leaks, slapping band-aids on all the crap that’s happened these past few years.
I feel like, living in all these different levels of poverty, and being homeless, I have adapted and learned how to survive. I would dumpster dive (and I really want to) if I wasn’t terrified of being arrested. This is kind of a upper-middle class snooty neighborhood with it’s own neighborhood security…
Although we’ve splurged a little bit since we got out of homelessness, I’ve also gone above and beyond in our budgeting. It’s actually had me realize how poorly my parents were with money. I remember we’d splurge on steaks one day, KFC and Subway (and not the $5 foot-longs either…) the next, then have no choice but to eat instant ramen to make ends meet. My mom used to pay the minimum amount on all her bills every month and we’d have our lights and cable shut off. I think if they tried, we would have eaten solid meals 7 days a week.
Of course, I like to splurge too, in reason though. Pizza in NYC is not expensive…with Netflix on a Friday night. That’s a privilege.
Just laying on the couch with Thomas…it’s so bittersweet. Simple moments like these still make my eyes swell. After everything we’ve been through together, you know?
I never expected employment to be so complicated, and I’m really feeling the weight of trying to make a living as a young person. I still realize how privileged we are to be able to manage full-time or make-shift full-time employment WITH benefits. I know that benefits alone is kind of unheard of. Most young people work 3-4 jobs, because there aren’t enough FT jobs.
I really hope that I manage to snag some commissions this week. Which by the way, are open! If anyone is interested in editing, proofreading, or beta-reading services, I’m opening up commissions through the first week of June! I’ll be committing to a larger project soon (and will be busy with a new PT job!) At that point, commissions will be closed. It certainly would be nice to make some money in the meantime. I am also open to writing poems and short stories if anyone is interested in that!
Thomas has a phone interview tomorrow. It’s looks promising. FT job at a learning center is the neighborhood. He’s been emailing a little bit back and forth with them already. Cross your toes for him, please! He really needs to find something with steady FT hours (which, sadly, means buh-bye non-profit/public service that he’s loved for years). Although the hourly rate isn’t particularly fantastic, it’s OK, and being that he’d get 40 hrs a week and not have to commute into Manhattan…the pros outweigh the cons.
Between my new job at the city college, and my contract with IP, I am finally feeling a sense of security. Hopefully, for him, finding something with more hours, we could actually save money and improve our credit this year…start patching up all these leaks, slapping band-aids on all the crap that’s happened these past few years.
I feel like, living in all these different levels of poverty, and being homeless, I have adapted and learned how to survive. I would dumpster dive (and I really want to) if I wasn’t terrified of being arrested. This is kind of a upper-middle class snooty neighborhood with it’s own neighborhood security…
Although we’ve splurged a little bit since we got out of homelessness, I’ve also gone above and beyond in our budgeting. It’s actually had me realize how poorly my parents were with money. I remember we’d splurge on steaks one day, KFC and Subway (and not the $5 foot-longs either…) the next, then have no choice but to eat instant ramen to make ends meet. My mom used to pay the minimum amount on all her bills every month and we’d have our lights and cable shut off. I think if they tried, we would have eaten solid meals 7 days a week.
Of course, I like to splurge too, in reason though. Pizza in NYC is not expensive…with Netflix on a Friday night. That’s a privilege.
Just laying on the couch with Thomas…it’s so bittersweet. Simple moments like these still make my eyes swell. After everything we’ve been through together, you know?
I never expected employment to be so complicated, and I’m really feeling the weight of trying to make a living as a young person. I still realize how privileged we are to be able to manage full-time or make-shift full-time employment WITH benefits. I know that benefits alone is kind of unheard of. Most young people work 3-4 jobs, because there aren’t enough FT jobs.
I really hope that I manage to snag some commissions this week. Which by the way, are open! If anyone is interested in editing, proofreading, or beta-reading services, I’m opening up commissions through the first week of June! I’ll be committing to a larger project soon (and will be busy with a new PT job!) At that point, commissions will be closed. It certainly would be nice to make some money in the meantime. I am also open to writing poems and short stories if anyone is interested in that!
