God and Craigslist

I was online most of the night last night applying for jobs. I woke up, got back online and went to today’s job list on Craigslist. I like Craigslist for job searching. That’s where I found my last gig. Not that CL is the only place I look. I literally went to the city website, the county website, the state website, the local transit website, indeed, usajobs. I think that was it. The problem with all of those places is that the process takes weeks to get a job and the pay is barely above average. So I saw a job last night that I thought I would be good at in an office. It’s a job that has a lot going on, which is a selling point for me because I like to stay busy. I sent my resume last night but got an automated email response. So I got back on CL this morning and again this afternoon. By the afternoon, I saw the ad again newly posted, written by someone different it seemed. This ad also had a phone number to text, so I sent a text that said I applied last night for the temp job but go an automated reply and asked if I could send my resume somewhere else. The new job that was posted was a permanent job. Not that it would have mattered, because they needed someone immediately and I needed something immediately. This came after some heavy duty praying and driving. It’s kind of my thing. I meditate in bed. I pray in my car. Yes, you can do both. So, the good Lord saw fit to bring me and this job together. And the best part is that I get to start tomorrow. No waiting. And the owner was really nice and smart. I stalked the company Facebook page and they had really good reviews, not that really good reviews always mean good to work for. My last “real” job was a testament to that, but that had less to do with the job and more to do with a couple of the people who worked there. But I’m not here to talk shit about anyone. I’m here to be thankful that I will be able to pay my rent and get caught back up after getting behind. And now maybe I can get out of this emotional funk I’ve been in for the last month and start living life again.

It’s no wonder that people who live in poverty also suffer from depression because when you don’t know how you are going to pay the bills or feed your kid, it really makes you want to withdraw from everything- society, family, all of it. Luckily, I have a couple good friends and few good family members who wouldn’t let me fall all the way down the rabbit hole of despair and insisted on checking on me and talking to me, making me laugh, and getting me out of the house to eat and play darts and talk shit about relationships and whatnot.

So to all of you, thank you. You know who you are.

Until tomorrow….


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