Friday, December 21, 1984

I exchanged Christmas presents at Larry and Alma's, I broke even financially. I spent $25.00 and I received $25.00.

I got a Christmas card from an ex-employer, who is also a friend, currently living, and apparently thriving, in California. He said he would write after the first of the year.

I got a call about another cash job, but it conflicts with the seventeen hours I'm working, so I referred them to my boss. Maybe she can find someone to work. It's strange to think that I have a boss in this underground cash society, who's also an underground cash employment agency. An employment mafia for the unemployed.

If nothing untoward happens, I'll have enough money for my house payment.

Everything's the same at Marie's.