I called off from computer school this morning. I have a little gout in my left foot and it’s painful. I’m trying to walk it off. I’ll have to watch what I eat and drink for a couple of days…Duquesne University is holding a jobfair at the computer school today. It’s always dress for success and bring your resume but they never interview or hire people at these things. It’s always apply online; and if you don’t have the magic phrases in your resume that the Human Resource Department scans for you never hear from them and you take another hit on your cleaning bill…So, I’m going to take a shower and hobble to Pittsburgh’s “Little Italy” in Bloomfield and pick up eggs, oinions, chocolate milk, olive oil and a newspaper. Come back and eat and then go through the bills I can’t pay. I do have an Employment Specialist at a medical insurance company trying to set up an interview for me with his hiring officer and I have filled out an application online and attached my resume for another company so I do have some irons in the fire. Plus, I was in line for a government job until a hiring freeze was declared last Thursday. If the hiring freeze is removed any time some I should be okay; but in the mean time I can’t pay my bills. That’s not a good feeling. I was homeless once when I was a young man, no doubt I was still traumatized from Vietnam. I’m sixty one now and definitely don’t want to be homeless again. It’s scary. I go back to school and get my BA and MFA and now I’m worried about being homeless. Well, it’s my own fault. I was so sure I was going to make it as a writer that I didn’t have a plan B.