Throughout my run of un/der/funemployment I've always had a plan. I've always known where I'd be from day-to-day & night-to-night.

I have a week or so of prep before I can leave MSP for the north for 2-4 weeks... but in that interim I have no plan. And I struck out on each lead I pursued.

Last night, and tonight, and tomorrow (etc.) I will be in the last place I wanted to be in this entire process... for me (mentally/emotionally) it's a step below living on the street.

But here I am.

Trying.

Hi world.

I can't take much more of the crap y'all are letting the cunts and twats get away with in Washington.

If you're not regularly calling your state's delegation in Washington you're part of the problem, too.

Email. Call. Text. Protest.

Stand up for your neighbors and friends. For fuck's sake. STOP SITTING ON YOUR ASSES.

525 days without a paycheck. 390 days separated from my things. I haven’t slept in my own bed in close to three years.

And I’m hanging my hopes on this job I’ve interviewed for that pays… just enough.

Why?

Because stability.
In a world of epic chaos.

It’s my last chance at sanity.

523 days without a regular paycheck. Trying to keep the photo business generating some income so I can pay some bills but also keep the business open.

Dealing with the real possibility that I’ll have to shut it down if I don’t land a job in the next few weeks… has been compounding my depression.

Pretty much.

Sigh.