...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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A Journal of Sorts
that's what I get for trusting you
that's what I get for trusting you, ooooooh
everything I had is gone, and I'm so blue
that's what I get for trusting you
~ Bob Dylan ~
(paraphrased)
maybe I'll begin coming out of this haze... but then, being on the street (or other people's couches) is not having a moment to focus here in this literary therapy zone so I can digest the challenges life (and cruel people) present along the way... yeah, I know, I'm dragging out the digestion process... but then, my food and clothes and papaers and whatever else I bought down with me is locked up and out of my reach without making an appointment to get it... as long as someone else has control over my food and survival stuff, this ain't getting no better (to coin a vernacular), especially when the person holding my stuff went beyond betrayal to cruel...
and then there's the local phone company... total screw ups the past ten days since I was suddenly booted out the street.. they still don't have the voicemail set up right so all those resumes I sent out (and web resumes) have a telephone number that comes up "disconnected"... no wonder I've not gotten any responses in the past 10 days... talk about getting completely screwed... and customer service transfers me to sales and they send me back to customer service and then on to repair and repair transfers me back to customer service and nobody seems to be able to tell me why my service is not working... apologies and credits to the account aren't getting the resume responses to me... and at least a dozen so far have told me they questioned my reliability due to my not having a phone...
the irony, for the paranoid out there (and we know you're out there... watching... waiting... you know I see you hiing in the shadows...play appropriate scary music now), is that the person who pretended to be a friend (who is nameless at the moment until I come up with a name that fits) only to betray me (put me out on the street with 30 minutes notice and lock me out of my phone and stuff) just so happens to work for this same phone company that's screwing up my phone service for 12 days now without any explanations and costing me potential job leads... essentially the hundreds of hours I spent searching the internet and newspapers for jobs and all the resumes I sent to just about anywhere have been voided by this sudden act of betrayal... of course it is sudden, nobody is that aggressively vindictive and unbelievably cruel actualy to plan something like this, right?...
the bottom line is I'd have lined up a place to stay without having to show up suddenly as homeless and I'd have made sure I could continue my phone service and therein continued my job hunt on the professional level if I wasn't so sudeenly dumped on the street and locked out of my phone and stuff... if there is such a thing as karma and what goes around comes around, I wouldn't want to be her and her brothers... alas, for their sake I hope there are not any cosmic reprisals or balance in the universe...
I really need to get my stuff out of there so I can leave this behind...
unfortunately, my choices are nil for the moment...
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