Yesterday, I noticed that Nancy's closet was empty. An empty closet is a powerful statement; an undeniable, powerful indicator of loss. It was a tough thing to deal with.
Speaking of closets, I dug through my closet and pieced together a suit that recently started fitting again, a nice shirt and tie, and some shoes, in dire need of a dusting, shine, and new laces. I trimmed my beard, cleaned myself up, and actually was able to make myself look like something. All this in time for this morning's interview.
I did okay in the interview, but left feeling cold about it. The lady who interviewed me seemed distant and disengaged, though I was able to get her to smile and open up a couple of times. But in general, she was hard to read. She told me someone would contact me in 7-10 days, and, if I get it, the start date is October 12th. Which brings me to problem #2:
I hate canvassing.
I can't deal with doing this job for a month. I can't deal with doing this job for a week. Not even two days. So I went minute by minute. By the end of my day today, I felt a bit better. I rearranged my schedule today, too. I work at TBNK on Mondays and Tuesdays (10.5 hours each day), and Wednesdays, Thursdays & Fridays at Ohio Citizen Action (about 8 hours each day).
Combine that with playing/singing at Nexus church, and I'm cobbling together a living. It's the first step to a new life. And that's something... something I might be able to fill that closet with. Someday.
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