The Great Depression

One of the worst things about being unemployed is the bouts of depression that roll in like a storm sometimes. Then there are other times they just creep up on you and you don't see it coming until that morning when you just don't want to get out of bed. The one that's on me now came in like the former description.
I'm just sick and tired right now of feeling like I do. I can't say like I'm the only one, because I know that's the farthest thing from the truth. There was a lady on the radio just this morning who did have a job, but it wasn't paying enough, and she'd lost her apartment, her kids weren't able to stay with her, and she was sleeping in her car, and her father is dying from cancer... just to put things into perspective.

*note: she was calling the radio station to speak to Kirk Franklin, the gospel artist, who even said himself that for all these people in town for Megafest, which is like a big religious convention, preaching and screaming "Jesus," and all these churches with all this money, and you have a woman here sleeping in her car... hmmm... and I can relate, because during this grand adventure in unemployment, I've had to seek help with financial issues, and it made me think, Why aren't any of the biggest and brightest churches were on any of the lists for assistance...?

... but I digress! I wonder who reads this blog, really, other than daughter, my niece, and P.. Maybe someone in a position of hiring will stumble across it, and get interested.

I would say here's to hoping, but I'm fresh out of hope right now.