Today was my last day at work, and although I will miss some of the women I work with, I am glad this job is over. After making two-hundred, twenty-five phone calls a day in six hours for the last month, I am thoroughly sick of it.
Steve told me that the welfare office told him he wasn't eligible for welfare until September, because he made too much money in June. Huh? He made a whopping $340.00 in the month of June. He went to the ADC office to see about food stamps, and he is eligible, but an individual is only entitled to $76.00 a month currently instead of the previous $80.00 worth. He parked his car on the corner of my lot that is highly visible from two streets and put 'for sale' signs in the front and back windows. He has until the end of the month to sell it, pay $150.00 on the loan, or it will be repossessed. His rent is also due.
I treated myself to a cheeseburger and a glass of milk at a local drive-in restaurant. I don't keep any groceries at home anymore, because Steve eats them. I know that he doesn't have any money to eat until he gets food stamps, but I don't have much either. I don't need to lose any weight, and I am far from overweight.
