It’s been an interesting period.
It appears I have striped
down to minimal just to exist. No, I'm not walking around in
my bikini trying to sell my body although I do understand where
the profession came from.
Survival.
Its been over a year and I still am unemployed.
I am having difficulty writhing this post. Mainly, because a part of
me, the proud, independent part is struggling with conception that I
am in the ranks of "pour". On the other hand, I
am fortunate in the sense I have my mother but
her pension is only 200 Euros. Yes. Two people surviving on that
money for one month.
Yesterday, I hit a low point. I just
got a word that I did not get the job that was suppose to help not only me but
my mother and sister who is a single mother. Yes, it appears they gave this job
to somebody who is all ready working for them. Like iv said...low point. I hit
the rock bottom when I cracked my Piggy Bank with a hammer. As the ceramics
broke, something broke inside of me.
So, what did I do?! I took some
money and went out for a pint of beer. As any normally pour person would.
Duhhh...
But, I actually went to sign up for
volunteer action that is currently happening in my country. The global volunteer
garbage clean-up. I figured, since I’m not doing anything, I might help clean
up some shit. I love nature, so I think this is a good chance to do something
positive. I talked to the management and offered my professional skills and experience
in event management and told them to let me know when the next meeting is,
because I would love to help out in other ways too.
Beside that, I sure did like that
pint of beer.
