Re: Sign? What Sign?
Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 3:08 pm
Unless a miracle occurs, I don't think it'll matter. My sister has cut me off, in case nobody got that message a month ago, and she's told everyone in the family to have nothing to do with me. They aren't in any position to help, anyway. My landlady told me this morning that she needs to know my plans by Tuesday. At least I think that's the day she said--I was too upset about the fact that yesterday she taped the oven shut and put a sign on the stove to not use the oven. WTF???? Here I had bought a box of Bisquick, for the express purpose of making biscuits with it--yes, I know it can be made into pancakes, etc., but I had been craving biscuits. She finally got a new gas range to replace the increasingly failing electric stovetop she had after Christmas, and I used the oven a few times. But that is a major slap in the face. She has another, nonfunctional electric range to store pots and pans in, plus a nonfunctional dishwasher to store dishes in, along with cupboards. Look, I know there are differences between American and Vietnamese culture, but give me a break, will you?
My landlord and landlady don't own this house, they rent it and sublet the rooms. I checked Social Services, and it seems the section 8 program (housing choice voucher) is on hiatus and they aren't taking any more applications. I took the test for the Census the other day, got a score of 26 out of 28, but there's still the background check. And they call people in the order of their test scores--if you're a veteran who scored 28, you'll be the first one they call; civilians who scored 28 are next, and so on, because veterans have a preference in hiring. I have no kick with that, they deserve it, but regardless, it's going to be a while before they call me. I applied at Chick-Fil-A, and called, and they said they're still looking at my application and will call in a week or two. Either way, even if I did get a job, it's too late to make any difference. My landlady even called in her brother who speaks better English to make sure I understood that I can't stay if I can't pay rent, and I told him that there is no way my sister will reconsider her position.
Tripod needs medication, which runs out Tuesday/Wednesday; I have her prescription at Target on Bristol. My church isn't really in a position to help with my rent--$450--because we're small. We had a food ministry but had to stop it because people were abusing the system. I have some food, but really need the use of the oven. Tripod has food for the time being, and litter. I hate to keep asking people for help all the time, because I was raised to work for my living, but when jobs aren't out there, what can you do? The social system is under strain because they're in the same boat. I'm so sick of being kicked around, I hate moving, and I just wish I could go to a home I will never have to leave because it's mine. That would be the only time I wouldn't mind moving.
I am so sick and tired of trying to live a normal life, having goals and dreams and having them kicked out of my hands, and denied the right to have what everyone else takes for granted. Forty-three years ago, my parents were told by a bunch of quacks that I had a learning disability and that I would never be able to drive, live alone or hold down a decent job. It took me 35 years to find out they were wrong. I never had a learning disability; but my parents, family and classmates decided to believe otherwise. I swear all my life my family has looked for ways to get rid of me. Bunch of psychos.
My landlord and landlady don't own this house, they rent it and sublet the rooms. I checked Social Services, and it seems the section 8 program (housing choice voucher) is on hiatus and they aren't taking any more applications. I took the test for the Census the other day, got a score of 26 out of 28, but there's still the background check. And they call people in the order of their test scores--if you're a veteran who scored 28, you'll be the first one they call; civilians who scored 28 are next, and so on, because veterans have a preference in hiring. I have no kick with that, they deserve it, but regardless, it's going to be a while before they call me. I applied at Chick-Fil-A, and called, and they said they're still looking at my application and will call in a week or two. Either way, even if I did get a job, it's too late to make any difference. My landlady even called in her brother who speaks better English to make sure I understood that I can't stay if I can't pay rent, and I told him that there is no way my sister will reconsider her position.
Tripod needs medication, which runs out Tuesday/Wednesday; I have her prescription at Target on Bristol. My church isn't really in a position to help with my rent--$450--because we're small. We had a food ministry but had to stop it because people were abusing the system. I have some food, but really need the use of the oven. Tripod has food for the time being, and litter. I hate to keep asking people for help all the time, because I was raised to work for my living, but when jobs aren't out there, what can you do? The social system is under strain because they're in the same boat. I'm so sick of being kicked around, I hate moving, and I just wish I could go to a home I will never have to leave because it's mine. That would be the only time I wouldn't mind moving.
I am so sick and tired of trying to live a normal life, having goals and dreams and having them kicked out of my hands, and denied the right to have what everyone else takes for granted. Forty-three years ago, my parents were told by a bunch of quacks that I had a learning disability and that I would never be able to drive, live alone or hold down a decent job. It took me 35 years to find out they were wrong. I never had a learning disability; but my parents, family and classmates decided to believe otherwise. I swear all my life my family has looked for ways to get rid of me. Bunch of psychos.