walking on broken glass

it sucks being poor-

I tapped all my wells dry and my money(3 paychecks) is tied up at spelman.

yesterday i decided to do something ive never done before-apply for food stamps.

And there i was- yesterday in the bankhead welfare office- knocking on the glass window to protect the social workers from the vicious poor people. I had eveerything- my rent, electric bill, gas bill- and thats not even covering my phone bill. She looked at me and wrote- FS and shouted through the window- "how much is your rent baby?". Sent me to another room across the hall where i nervously twitched my feet. 45 minutes later- sitting across a big blue sign that said "all work is honorable, work first" i was called back up- she looked at me and told me to come back wednesday at 10:30.

Ive been in places like that. Planned parenthood,Dept. human services to get my shots. medicaid office when i was younger. Ive been to much better places. My life is some schizophrenic mix of being dirt poor but upper middle class. I think im supposed to be learning something from this.and i am.

The good news though is that my boss is back so my money can finally come back-
the bad news is that it will be awhile before i will get paid- another 15 days or so.
And i got another little side gig at spelman- working for one of the Cosby chairs that should give me something extra- hopefully enough to fly home to cali for christmas- or at least to boston.

in the meantime- back on the grind. But no worries- everything will be okay.