It’s lunch time. I’m sitting on the stoop in front of computer school in Braddock. I just finished my sandwich. The sun is bright. There’s not a cloud in the sky. With my cloth cap on my head and wearing my hoodie I’m warm enough. There’s always a lot of truck traffic on Braddock Avenue. I can see a steel mill several blocks away.
I did talk to me old mum on the phone over the weekend to let her know about my job search: three interviews but no job. I had to tell her I’d only be able to call once a week because Verizon charges me for every call to her. I have the cheapest plan with Verizon; it’s just that it only stays cheap if I don’t call outside a certain radius and Mom lives outside that radius.
Well, let me go inside and call my contact at AARP. I faxed her the letter from the State about the hiring freeze. Does this mean I’ll be kicked out of the pay-for-job-search program?