Leap!

Dear ladies and gents,

Today, I became a leapper.
An all too familiar jobsite sent their daily job recommendation for a front office position, in which I applied for.  Once the app was completed, another link appears.  This link said "Apply to all".  Beneath was a list of jobs that I'm either qualified for or not, interested in or nay.   Butterflies in my stomach began to flutter, the open pit in my stomach began to tumble as I pondered the possibilities​ of what if??

So, I did it.... All 38 jobs... Instant apply.

I'm scared.

What if they hate me? What if they are serial killers? What if they gangstalk? What if somebody that I've victimized is there? What if I'm not qualified? Whatif I am?

Whew!

I leapped. I saw like 2 rejection emails so far 36 more to go...If they ever respond.

Pray for me?

I need job and housing Jesus.

Sincerely,

Leapped

The Intimidation Factor

Dear People,

Searching for gainful employment can be very "scary like" unless you have tons of experience and education.  In that case one would be so confident in themselves but reduced down to a very well educated frustrated person due to lack of random job offers.
For folks like myself who are forced to forge for nuts and berries out there in the Foresty Forest, we must now worry about the two legged and four legged predators that use job sites to stalk and or steal information from unsuspecting individuals.  This happened to my mother years ago.
In other words, be careful.
I'm thinking that networking in and out of season is another good way to find a safe place to land.

That's all for now

Ta-ta!

Me

Waiting is 80% Of The Battle

Dear Readers,

There is nothing. No help, no change, no direction. Nothing written in stone.
Just another waiting list.  Another list and another​ long line of violent people waiting to get me back for trying.
There's a culture of people who hate you for trying. You get another job they sabotage that.  You want unemployement, you are stalked.  You get housing, your house is ransacked or burned down. You have a relationship, people pounce on your partner, you have kids, they will be kidnapped.

Im bold enough to try anyway in hopes for peace and a chance to get back on my feet despite the warning signs.

I wish that I could live in a world where opportunity lived in a great place of expectation.  Where your prayers are answered and all is safe and beautiful.
But I don't
I'm on the street. Much of the happenings I don't see because I had a place to live and a car to drive.  So now I'm without those things, I see everything.  I hate living like this. I hate sleeping with one eye open, and looking over my shoulders.  I hate that I have to sit and wait for the next big set up. Or major attack.
All I have now is another waiting list. And more days to burn while waiting for my name to be called.

Sincerely,
Help?!

Dear Pandora's box,

Pan·do·ra's box

panˌdôrəz ˈbäks/

noun

1. a process that generates many complicated problems as the result of unwise interference in something.

Dear Readers,

While roaming around downtown Columbia
, there must have been a crack in the pavement that held Pandora's long lost box. 

And I steppt on it ... I stepped​ on it and

 broke it.  Then Out came the past.

  Dean man's bones, like the dancing dead in the thriller music video.

 stalkers, serial killers 

fully equipped with punch lines and emotional ties for "motivation " 

and the depressing movie grade "your gonna die today" themed music blarring 

Over their factory grade speakers.  They are coming out and I am going to disappear to get away from all that.

Us humans are some of the most self serving race. It's all about ME FIRST, ME ONLY!!!

My favorite line is "I got 99 problems and a B!+@# ain't one.  

I don't know how to be homeless and satisfied.  My life could very well be in danger. And all that's  needed now is to stay safe,
 need a home and I need to move on with my life.

We've all been victimized in this in one way or another. But man some do not know how to let stuff go.

I have to.

Sincerely,

Waiting on my ship to come sailing in.

Last night..

Dear Readers,

Last night I was blessed by the kindness of a stranger who opened their home to me.
That courageous man is going to heaven.
He slept in his recliner while I slept in his bed.  He didn't ask for anything, just that I'd be comfortable.
Now I need another blessing tonight.  The winter shelter only opens when the temps are below 40 degrees....It's going to be about 43.
The seasons are changing so that calls for warm/cold weather.  It rains, it warms up and then the temps drop.  It snowed a bit last week. Today the temp is supposed to reach 74.

I wonder If there is a hiring freeze??
The same employers post the same positions on the available job sites.
I wait. That's all I can do.

Sincerely,

Limmie Boyd

Nowhere to go

Dear Readers,

The temperatures have risen high enough of close the winter shelter HOOORRAAYY!!! Now that means that all of us homeless people will have to literally sleep on the street tonight.  Which park bench shall I choose?

Sincerely,
:-/.
Work all day and this is the thanks I get..

No new jobs on the job sites. I've applied to them that I think I'm qualifed for.

Be thankful

Dear Readers,

There are certain sayings that we are raised to abide by.  These proverbs are meant to give us pause;
.....
, some sayings are just plain obnoxious.

1. Be careful of what you ask for, you just might get it.
2. Be thankful for what you have because there is always someone who doesn't have...and they might be less fortunate than you.
3. Be thankful for your health, because there is someone in worse condition than you....


OK...so.  I'm a little miffed right now.

                                                

The last time I wrote on this same subject as a home-less person, the same exact thing happened.
An elderly man, who happens to be a double amputee, either had a stroke or he's severely incontinent and unable to provide self care, lost his bowels in a parking lot.
After he was taken by ambulance, to receive medical attention,   his chair was left behind.
As the EMT's were preparing to take him by ambulance, I walked by him, he had an uncomfortable smile on his face.  Kinda like Ha! I got you!!! and why Lord???
The "chair in the parking lot", holds many a story for major cities through out the US.

Word on the street is, that this man may be able to be placed some where.  If he is, is he going to be able to stay?  I hope so....

Sincerely,

Annoyed

(wheel-chair in the parking-lot *incert base violin here*....duhh duuuh dummmmmmmm knock knock. chiii chii hough hough)

Dear me

O gracious,

It's snowing. The first snow of 2017 for Columbia SC that I remember.  It's cold. It's wet.
I'm on my way to work and one bus has been missed. Thank God I have a place to go to. I'll be at work all day then it's on to round two of trying to find a police officer to escort me to the winter shelter this evening.
It'll be over soon ...

Still looking for gainful employment.  A few places are holding job fairs and open hiring events.

I feel like I'm doing something wrong here. There was a time when we could communicate with potential employers once an application was completed.  Now all we have is luck and chance and connections.
The job that I have now I had to beg for. It only pays so much but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

Sincerely,
Chilly

Off the dark corner.

Dear Councilor,

I'm now on the inside.
I've been frisked...
I feel like a brand new woman.

Off to sleep hopefully for another power packed day of scanning stuff and sneezing pollen and money dust.

P.s I miss my sister. I didn't know her but she gave me enough of her  to keep me in stitches.
I keep hearing her voice and the funny things that she used to say...

Where she lives Christ is the king!!
I pray that the Lord will let me see his face too...

Night,
Me

Homeless in South Carolina

Dear Councilor,

After working hard all day with no where to live and the only option being "the Winter shelter" I am now sitting outside in the middle of the road trying to get in. The only way to gain acceptance into the shelter is by taking the shuttle or by police escort.  This information was not passed to me this morning. I was told that I could come back after work.  I got off at seven, the shuttle stops running at seven. So what's a homeless girl to do? I called the police and hopefully one will arrive soon. Hopefully I will be safe here outside. There are cars sitting across from the building. Pray for me.
I'm not scared, I'm sad.

Sincerely, me

Hi, I'm trying!!!

Dear Readers,

I'm trying my best to not feel like a complete bum, although I am.  Do I accept my circumstances? No, but I'm "riding the wave", or "going with the flow" some would say.

The shelter or the Biltmore of the shelter's here in the Carolinas gave word that my time there had come to an end.  I was given a note that said so.  Verbally it was told that I could return in 7 days.  Well chaps, those 7 days have come and gone.   Today I called to be put back on the list for a bed and was told that now I have to wait 30 days from now.

We went from seven to thirty...Shrug, snear oh well!!

       Wait, what???!!!!!! Omg and so at the last minute.
My days at the death motels, along with what money I had, have both come and gone along with that poltergeist feeling that we get when we sleep in the same beds that many have died in...

My bed was floating on cloud niiiiiine.

When I move you move, just like that!!!!

(Things move when post mortem DNA has contaminated some surfaces)

A little post mortem humor folks.

Now I need to eat onions, lots of onions. And swallow several doses of actemenophen.
Which are treatments for kuru and poltergeist feelings.....Dear God, I'm contaminated.

So my rejection letter sent me to the basement of homeless shelters.  Hopefully I won't contract that terrible lung disease like last time.

I am greatfull for a place to crash for tonight. I have to figure out tomorrow night....Pray for me.

Also, the rejection staff works here too... Who'd thunk ?
I swallow my pride and go on.  It is humiliating and humbling....

I work at a grocer and will be eating onions so I don't die...

Sincerely,

 been bamboozled,

Indeed? What?

Dear Councilor,

In a land before time, texting was popular and noseyness was even more. I was advised not to text in public because people are curious.

Now that all man kind has access to the Almighty cellular phone, it would seem that the maturity level of certain individuals would increase.  However, it has not.
 Some people catch crabs. I have looky loos...

Not sure why anyone would like to know who Im texting and to whom I text to.

Current findings would see that I am still looking for work.  I'm looking for this work on indeed.com.
General consences has come to the conclusion that I will never find a job on indeed.com.

Not sure why ...
Does anyone?

Stuck

Dear Readers,

I am frustrated.  This systematic beast that has my life in its jaws is killing my ginsana.
 Life is hard when you're homeless.  Life is hard for the poor.
Today I'm kicked out of the homeless shelter.  Today I was told that I've gone through the program and I did not do enough ...
Today I was given a mouthful of pre-programmed bull shit answers to my questions and a shrug.
While in the "program", I was told to get a job or you will be asked to leave.
OK, I did that.
I was told to attend classes. I did but it wasn't enough for me to attend classes. I also had to find a job at the same time.

Hate to say this readers but, when going for one, the other must be sacrificed.
Job or roof over head???
Roof over head, can't find job.
Find job, no roof over head.

So now have to stay in motel until I can go back to the shelter for 30 days...
After 30 days...I go back to the motel in hopes that what I make on the job, covers me for the following 7 days that were exhausted while working and being responsible.

Round and round we go.

Sadly, I've been through this before.  Even sadder, the same exact people are there Everytime I have been there.

THE SAME PEOPLE ARE THERE!!!

Some of us grew up together.  I was homeless during childhood and my teenage years.

This shelter recycles people.
The only jobs that we can get are low paying ready labor jobs.

I hate everything about the system.

Sincerely,.
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