Cracked Piggy Bank

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.