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Good God. Does life ever give you a break! Being alone and sixty-something I can’t say is the best of all worlds. With the current job market and struggling makes it even worse. But hey, I always think, and always know that my life could be a lot worse. I could live in Bagdad or another war torn country … I could be living with a loser, I could be living with a roommate from hell!


I have three part-time jobs now. One at my apartment leasing office every other weekend, one at a grocery store, and just picked up another one at a clinic. I hate all of them. I have been off work for over a year now and really don’t want to work full-time; I do collect a pension. Once you stop working full-time, it’s really hard to go back to that routine. My struggles come from being able to hear anyone on the phone … people from different countries and there accents? Is it just me? The frustration level is so high, like what is your name? Could you please spell that, no … could you please start over? Ok, one more time for the kipper … Good God. 



I work with a lot of younger people. I remember when I was younger and the older gals where so slow … there for the grace of God go I. I also have found that the young ones that treat me well must have had good parents; that’s how I judge them. 

So here is a big shout out to all my single older gals … hang in there. Maybe we will find money and get off this merry-go-round, or maybe I should just see it differently and roll with the plan, whatever that is. 


 

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