TeleVirgin SuperMac

Yes, you read that correctly. I have not one, not two but THREE part time jobs.

Virgin Megastore called me. Music, books, politics. That's so me it ain't funny.

SuperMac is a Mac and Cheese catering place. My favorite dish and the one part of soul food I love the most. Plus the tips are phenomenal.

And last, the one I don't like, the telelmarketing job. Of course, it's about the arts. I get to discuss the symphony, the ballet, plays, musicals, and all that. BUT! I have to persuade and schmooze people into buying tickets. My thing is, you either want them or you don't. I won't be keeping this job too long. Once Virgin gives me my hours?

I'm outta there.

Let's see if I can keep my Medicaid. That's the part that scares me the most. I need my medications. And Starbucks called, too.

Didn't I say it would be feast or famine? Never fails, kiddies, never fails.

And my roommate is still not giving me enough money. There. I said it. Stupid is not taking a bad job, stupid is keeping a bad job. When you get paid shit and only get paid two times a month? There ain't enough to be spread around. I had something like that for one month back in 1997. I walked out after 33 days and never looked back. Time for her to do the same.

Yes, if you're reading this, now the world knows. You're worth more! DEMAND IT.

Not Much to Say

More great interviews, though.

Ricky's, Starbucks, 2 agencies, Virgin Megastore, Working Families Party, SuperMac.

For those of you reading this blog? Stay tuned, you might be getting a phone call very soon.

None of the places America Works has sent me to led to anything. Typical. All they have is menial, minimum wage jobs for the "lesser-thans" that cling to welfare. I'm not one of them. Myself and and a lawyer whose firm disbanded actually give each other knowing looks each morning when we talk. Yes, my superiority complex is coming out, but I'm not about to dumb myself down for the masses.

I'm convinced that this country wants obedience, sheepishness, low self-esteem, and outright stupidity to fit its ranks and rosters. I will NEVER do or be that.

My parents, from what I can see in this corporate narcissist haze in which I am stuck, did me a huge disservice by making me read news and books, making sure I worked part-time in high school and college, made me GO to college, and had me question what I saw and experienced all around me. The Robber Barons have come home to roost and are now pecking my flesh bit by bit. Inch by inch. Hitchcock couldn't have divised such cruelty in any of his films, and he was the master of suspense. Once again, I will not be obedient, I will not be nice, I will not be politically correct.

I am intelligent, hardworking, and am smarter, faster, and learn things quicker than any of these twits I'm dealing with. Mob rules do not apply to someone like me. I am a leader, not a follower. I will be slaughtered alone in protest and with a smile during my last breath, not packed with the lemmings going over the cliff, smashing into the rocks.

Contempt led me through these past five years, and contempt will allow me to rise above. I will put on the mask, play the part and dazzle. I grew up on a stage, who better than I to charm them with cooing words and a demure smile? It's all a game.

One in which I WILL DEVISE THE RULES. Should I die trying?

Well, these assholes couldn't carve out my dignity with their knives.

The demon is back. Say hi to the little bitch. I can tell she's gonna be around for quite some time this summer.

Public (Non)Assistance

Well, the middle class is officially dead. We are also officially in a recession. Don't let Bernanke fool you. The only things I can find are part-time, and I'm struggling. So, I got my benefits (purely a title by attrition) to the tune of $31.50 per week. Yup, PER WEEK. I can't pay my bills, can't find a job (although the interviews are coming fast and furious), and I am seeing the death of the middle class.

I sat between two people the other day: one man had a PhD, the woman had a masters in teaching. No welfare queens or assholes bilking the system in this bunch. This is good old-fashioned Reagonomics coming home to bite our heads off. If you're not rich? Well, go bitch somewhere else. We don't wanna hear it!

Never in my lifetime have I had such a difficult time simply surviving.

And as for my living situation...well. Oh, boy. Don't get my started. Eccentric, selfish, mixed jumbles of yuppies that can afford this place and the blue collar chumps that can't get by? Let the class war begin.

I've fucking had it. Really and truly.