That song probably wouldn’t have been as popular if Kenny Loggins had titled it that way.
Life is still all weird, as I suppose it will be for a while now. I’m still looking for a place to live and a job to start but unfortunately, people who have jobs and places to live aren’t in as a big a hurry to help me find them as I am to have them. They go home at night and I am forgotten.
It’s not right. I’m a veteran, a legal US citizen and a willing and able to work individual, so why is this so hard?
Seems like it would be easier for me to get things done if I’d snuck into the country and just started asking for shit.
Even my conversation with Human Resources yesterday went nowhere. They claim they decide who gets hired, yet none of them are qualified to decide who is qualified. They decide based on how broken we are. If the military has decided we are at least 30% broken, we can work wherever we want. If not, well then suck it up and wait.
I even have a letter certifying that I’m crazy. Yeah, that’s a thing, and I have one.
So I’m spending my last night in this hotel. It’s been a good one and they have cut me every bit of slack they could but that money is gonna run out too. I had to pay my car insurance so I can still drive and I’ve rescued my phone for a bit longer. All things I need to keep trying to get a job and a place to live.
I’m working my ass off to get myself ahead and I feel like I’m on a treadmill going nowhere.
Six months I’ve been at this. Even longer.
I’m smart, and I have skills and I’m a loyal and hardworking employee.
And nobody wants me.
But I’m going to keep trying and someone will be lucky enough to get me, someday.
I need help, guys. Seriously. If you can find it in your heart to use the donate link up there in the corner, you’d be helping a down on his luck veteran.
If not, that’s ok too and I’ll understand.
I just need help. Even if it’s just for another night in the hotel until I can get some government housing. My car is kinda full and uncomfortable to sleep in.
Please, and thank you.