Earlier today I went to the Social Security website to estimate my benefits if I retire at 62; but the site had no information on me probably because I won’t be 62 until the 25th of this month.
If United Healthcare decides to give me an interview I don’t know if I can get to the place by public transportation. I noticed some companies don’t give their street address on their websites. And since it’s Sunday there’s no one for me to phone. I’m going to try to Google the company. All I know is that the company has an office in Pittsburgh.
I like the way The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is finally set up now. There are only three Categories: Article, Flash Fiction and Life. I can pour everything I know into those three Categories.
The Steelers play at eight tonight. I won’t be able to watch the entire game since I have to get up early tomorrow for computer school. The school is my only source of income and I’m expecting the Director to say any day is my last day.
I need a job.
I’m proud that I got my MFA in 2006 at the age of 59 but it hasn’t benefited me much. Of course if I would have been smart and applied for a state civil service job while I was still in school I’d be sitting pretty now. Instead, I let my ego get the best of me and convinced myself I could make money as an online blogger.
So now I have one foot on homelessness and the other on a bannana peel.
The moral of this story is…