As each day passes without a hit on the job search, I wonder. How am I going to pay the bills, how am I going to survive.
How I’m going to deal with this situation.
The canning happened directly in response to a situation that my landlords caused: they didn’t take care of the problem right away and as a result my job was offed.
I wonder if I have a case.
I wonder if I can do something.
I wonder, and then I trudge out the door again looking for places that have paper applications, with a notebook so that I can write down the names of the places that don’t and so I can go to the websites of the others later on at the end of the day.