New Job(s)

I've come up with how I feel about my work/job status as of now: jigsaw puzzle.

It fits (or rather, doesn't fit) as a good way to describe how I am attempting to cram together the tattered pieces of part-time jobs into something I can live off of. A few hours here, a few hours there...but it's so unfulfilling, not to mention hard to navigate.

At the moment I have three jobs, soon to be four. None of them really provide anything for me aside from a measly paycheck or a few dollars. Hell, at one of them I get a free meal and at this point I guess I consider that payment too. We haven't gotten groceries in a while now.

Although, not having money for more food is in a way refreshing. I am having to come up with strange recipes and I have invented new ways to cook odd things. I made salsa today instead of buying it. It sure was a helluva lot better than store bought crap.

But, I can't help thinking that if I did have a 9-5, full-time job, I would feel too boxed in. I suppose it's a balance between not having enough money/stability and not having enough time to call my own. Isn't that what we're all striving for really? Something we can do with our time that we feel is worth a damn and get paid for it. Too bad that has got to be one of the hardest things to do ever.

Also, another nagging thorn in the side is the issue of our food stamps. We had to turn in our 6-month review by March 1st. I turned it in sometime mid February. I got a letter a few weeks back informing me that since I did NOT turn in my 6-month review, our food stamps would be canceled by March 31st. Well, aint that a dandy! So, I call our case worker (of course only getting her voice mail, I've NEVER gotten anything but her voice mail, if I hadn' already met the lady I'd swear that she doesn't exist and the State Department is run by robots) and I leave her a message imploring her to figure this out and either call or send a letter stating that it is all cleared up. Well, another week and a half goes by, no call, no letter. So I call again and (can you guess...another robot voice mail...my suspicions are begining to be confirmed) and leave another deperste plea for someone, anyone, robot or human to answer my call and just tell me if something was indeed wrong with our review. Because if our stamps get cancelled, that is just wrong, M-O-O-N, and that spells wrong.

No justice I tell you. NONE!