Ralph returned to a local high school to substitute today. We're getting to the end of our unemployment checks and it's scary.
I can't get any more hours at work, and no raise in sight. I'm in search of freelance writing jobs.
I don't want to commit to a new full-time job, because I am on call for my mother during the day (she's five miles away, stuck in a house her insurance company is leasing for her, with a broken pelvis) and there is much to be done at her own house. It's just sitting there, boarded up after the fire in November.
Life doesn't get any easier, that's for sure.
Yesterday Ralph had an interview at a temp agency. And last week he had an interview for a permanent job in the aviation industry.
Please think good thoughts for us.