Just when things were looking good...

So I thought I had it made. Back at the agency for the rest of the summer - making enough money to pay my bills and have some left over to save for August. But life came along and laughed inthe face of my complancency and naivite. Friday evening - when all the prinicpals in the agency were in Europe or NYC, I was called int the biz manager's office (who only works one day a week and is clueless) and she tells me that this is going to be my last day. She tells me this at the very end of the day - when it is too late to scramble to get something together for Monday. Bitch - with NO explanation and NO warning. I had a verbal agreement to stay through July. I am so frustrated and so tired of the scramble for money and for jobs. The fact that I only have five weeks to work makes it difficult for me to find anything. Many of you (all of you in fact) reading this can judge all you want and say - get out there and find something, but I have been living with this precarious circumstance for a YEAR and it is fucking exhausting and has not allowed me any time off all year. I appreciate that I have somewhere to go in August and thank god for that, but I still need to get my needs met through August and right now I am so burne dout on working 10 hour days for less than 100.00...getting $400.00 bucks a week is little motivation although I don't have much of a choice. So I slept in Topanga Canyon last night, had a relaxing evening - did my laundry (which is so much better than a Laundry Mat) and am farting around. I am allowed to fart around. Don't know why I am getting so defensive - I am just tired of the struggle - which yeah yeah yeah I created.

This is week two of no dairy, sugar, booze, cigarettes and diet soda. So far so good.

OK - I am going to check out the application for subsitute teaching and see if I can fanagle my way into the system.

mahalo!

Na-na