There's nothing like staying up all night till 6 AM,
driving downtown in the chilly foggy weather,
standing in a long line for over and hour,
getting to the front desk,
only to be told " there's no more spots available, come back tomorrow".
Go home,
sleep half the day away,
stay up all night again with the help of coke,
make the trip downtown again - this time at 5 AM - before the sun comes up,
waiting outside the closed office in the cold with strangers,
finally get inside at 7 AM,
told we'll be seen in an hour,
finally get an interview at 8:30 AM,
watch the guy type on his keyboard for ten minutes straight as if he's writing a novel,
only to be told, "You make too much money on unemployment to be eligible for food stamps."
It doesn't matter that 90% of the money we make goes to some bills while others go unpaid till we can figure out what to do.
Doesn't matter that we're applying for every job out there, weather we are over qualified, experienced or know nothing about it, and not getting ANY call backs....
Doesn't matter that they owe me 6 weeks of unemployment checks because "we never received the paperwork"... (have you checked your trash can??? maybe it accidentally fell in there.)
ummm, yeah, I'm not loving the government right now. Ok, vent over.