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Tuesday, March 8, 2022

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I was out from work last week with the flux, and now I am awaiting my C19 negative result in order to satisfy my boss' demand although I herd that others have been allowed to come and go without.

I must be near a grand in the red with my bank, and last week's paycheck was diverted so that I could pay rent.  The rental office has stated that my Pizza job's income is too high for the gov't programme which subsidises the place/my rent price and that I should be prepared to move in April.

Yes, the very job which is too little hours to survive on is too much income for one person, as the Poverty Line is now a measily 13.xk annual, and 17.6 for a couple.  What?!  After the so-and-sos C19'd the world economy, the poverty line is 13k?!

I'm waiting to call back on a bus driver position, or any of the other applications which seem to take at least one, if not two weeks to reply, when they bother.

So, ...what the fuck am I supposed to do?
My car needs an oil change, but no one seems trustworthy enough to do that without fucking me over; once that car goes I'm essentially a bag lady with a fussy-eater cat.