December 8th, 2011

bad day, weary, one of those days

Looking for Work, Asking for Help

For most of this year I've had work. Part-time temporary work, but it was emotionally rewarding and gave me some income. I was a respite caregiver for a man with terminal brain cancer -- and someday, when I have processed that, I may write a little about what that time meant to me.

After he died, I was hired as a temp by a San Francisco publishing company to do a permissions audit and then to sort out 40 years' worth of files before the company moved its offices. It was heavenly to be back in publishing, even in such a peripheral position. I felt strong and useful. I was accomplishing something that could be measured. The full-time employees appreciated me, since I was doing work that they would otherwise have had to deal with.

Well, that ended. I finished the job. And I am still unavailingly looking for work.

Meanwhile, my car needed a new timing belt -- a huge expense. I saved up for it and borrowed some, but on Halloween, I proudly paid for $1200+ worth of work.

Then the service engine light came on again. This time it was a solenoid in the back of the transmission -- a long job that required the mechanic to move a lot of other parts out of the way. Grand total, after tax: $1422.24. I talked to people I trust about options. And getting the car fixed won out by a slim margin.

My chosen family have been supporting me these last few years. Can you help, too?








If you can donate a little, thank you. If you can't, I understand.

And in any case: I am looking for work. I can clear out your files, run errands, edit text, write anything, run a horoscope, and bake bread. I'm sure I can do a lot of other things, too, but those come to mind at the moment.

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