Thursday, September 13, 1984

Ruth slept until my alarm went off at 8PM. She took her medicine and ate some of her breakfast before the day shift arrived.

Alma, as usual, was fidgety at work today.

I primed the water-stained back bedroom ceiling at my house. I ordered bath tile.

I got a letter in the mail from the ADC office stating that my previous market research employer didn't mail the required papers to the ADC office, even though I sent them the forms and a self-addressed, stamped envelope, so my food stamps are now discontinued. I'll call the ADC office Monday to try to straighten out the mess, since I know I qualify for benefits. Both of my current jobs are for cash.

The market research employer has screwed me out of $400.00 worth of unemployment benefits so far, because they wrote the unemployment office that I was on vacation after July eleventh, even though I was still working for them through the nineteenth of July. I would never work for the A.C. Neilson Company again.