Meanwhile, if anyone is looking "tip" me, searching for "Tip Jar" will lead them here, and here is the PayPal direct link: PayPal.me/MFAMama
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I am freaking out; I had two second interviews today and had planned to do some Uber driving in the meantime while I wait to hear back. But I had to renew my license first and they no longer give it to you on the spot, it takes 7-10 business days to arrive in the mail. I have a receipt and paper temp license that allow me drive legally in the meantime, just not for Uber, and we don't have 7-10 days. My final check from the horrible lye-in-the-face job would have been enough to make things work, but my attorney needs at least $500 by the 17th to keep representing me at the hearing to quash that damn subpoena (the cash infusion didn't go as far as I thought it would now that the other side knows I have representation, and you bet your ass I am second-guessing the decision to salvage my pride now but hindsight remains 20/20) and that'll eat up the whole damn check.
Plus my kids have Spring Break next week and will want to eat the whole time, because they're growing or something, and I'm going to go to Social Services Monday and throw in the towel and see if we at least qualify for SNAP & Medicaid, but I'm not sure they'll accept the paper license either and we have less than $100 to get to the 15th...
I hate this whole damn situation so much. But realistically I have no plan to get us through the next couple of weeks even if I get a job tomorrow; the medical bills from the assault ate up our reserves and the legal bills have put everything else behind and my mental health is about where I think most people's would be less than two months after losing a son and almost their life, plus now I'm on steroids from breathing in lye and I'm not sure that things seem any worse due to those (I mean, I think I was already kind of at absolute zero) but they probably aren't helping either.
So I'm putting my PayPal link at the bottom of this post because I can't fix the TipJar or Donate button from my phone and my laptop died months ago. If you can help, I would really appreciate it. I'm not accepting any microloans currently because I can't be sure of when I might be able to pay anyone back and I don't want to take advantage. If I have something you want I'll sell it to you (Stalky likes to bang on about my engagement ring and my iPhone; if you want either make me an offer via e-mail). And if you're Stalky and you're reading this and want to roast me for it, go ahead. I'm already dead inside so I don't care.
Thanks for reading.
* FOR YOUR PASSOVER HAGGADAH.
If you celebrate Pesach, you know "Dayenu". It's the recitation at the seder table in which we Jews thank God for our survival through millennia of persecution, and declare that if God did nothing else for us, dayenu, it would be enough.
Anne Frank Center for Mutual Respect now presents this social justice supplement to Dayenu called "Lo Dayenu," it is not enough.
God has brought us out of slavery but has not freed the other slaves of the world. So though we are thankful, lo dayenu. It is not enough.
God allowed our ancestors who were not slaves to immigrate to United States, often as refugees. But now our nation seeks to deprive refugees and immigrants a chance at life and freedom. So though we are thankful, lo dayenu. It is not enough.
God has given us lives of peace, far from war, while people die from genocide in many lands. So though we are thankful, lo dayenu. It is not enough.
God has made most men free while women endure legal, social and economic oppression. So though we are thankful, lo dayenu. It is not enough.
God has asked us, "If not now, when?" yet the world lacks the urgency to provide equality to people of every religion or none; to people of every race, ethnicity, age, gender, sexual orienation, gender identity and expression; and to people who are differently abled. So though we are thankful for progress, lo dayenu. It is not enough.
God has told us that when each generation makes freedom for all, with our own hands, joining together to make the world good enough for Elijah to come, we should be thankful.
Only then, dayenu! It will be enough.
Sent from The Precious
So I'm looking for a new job.
The gig I got hired for the day before the assault (yeah timing, gawd, I started three days after) sucked. For a lot of reasons starting with the fact that they take terrible advantage of their employees (like hey you're a server but we're also going to send groups of up to 150 through the restaurant via our events department and you don't get a gratuity and good luck taking care of any paying tables you might earn money from because there's only one of you on) and ending with a faceful of lye yesterday.
Yes, lye. Sodium Hydroxide. See, every time it rains that building's plumbing backs up to the point of fountains of shit-water emerging from the floor drains in the dishroom, and yesterday I walked into the kitchen just as Maintenance dumped several pounds of commercial drain unblocker in the form of crystalline sodium hydroxide into the drink four feet away. It coated my face, I couldn't breathe, and I got really dizzy and decided I needed to leave and see a doctor.
My boss? Was furious with me. Told me to mop and wipe down the restaurant before I left. I said dude no I need to go get medical treatment. He claimed there was nothing in the drain unblocker that could make anyone sick. I took a photo of the label demonstrating that Maintenance broke practically every rule on the can and that yes that shit can kill you dead. He said then don't go anywhere until we fill out an incident report. I said respectfully I was having trouble breathing and would have to insist on doctor first, incident report second. He still told me via text message to turn around and come back to work.
My doctor asked me to either go straight to the ER or, if I felt it could wait long enough, go home, bag up my clothes, shower, and THEN come to her office. I went with the latter and it turns out I got really lucky; my glasses saved my eyes, I only have the equivalent of a sunburn on my face, and steroids calmed my lungs down.
So yeah, I don't know whose people I need to let go but damn, I could use a long stretch of boring right about now.
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Last August, the day after getting the Prius, I took my oldest out for his first ride in it. It was just a quick trip to the bank. I had told him how great the sound system was (I mean, if you're into music it probably sucks, it's the base model but sounded amazing after a series of dying beaters' cracked speakers) and cued up The Black Eyed Peas. "Oy! Do you have any music from this century," he asked. Affronted but also amused, I pulled up Apple Music at the drive-thru ATM and asked him to pick a song. After some hemming and hawing and Googling he selected "Empire" by Pompeii.
Driving home, we turned it up and he grinned. "Okay, your car is officially nicer than our dad's," he said, laughing. I pulled over at the stop sign a block from our house and asked him if he'd ever driven a go-kart. He said he had. I said great, perfect, switch with me and drive us home.
The kid freaked out. He did NOT want to do it. He insisted he'd wreck the car and kill us both. I reminded him it was a straight shot down a cul-de-sac with no traffic, and that if he got scared he could just hit the brakes. I also pointed out that per test scores his IQ was higher than 99% of the population, and therefore I had faith in his ability to tell left from right, gas from brake. He insisted his father would teach him how to drive in his old beater. I said I wanted his first time behind the wheel to be a nice car. He asked me what the first car I drove was. I said a 1967 & 1/2 Mercedes, powder blue, fully loaded.
He got behind the wheel and drove us home.
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