Tuesday, September 18, 1984

Of the six and one-half million new jobs the Reagon Administration brags about, I wonder how many of those jobs are full time.

I'd been watching some TV at Ruth's apartment, because there wasn't anything else I could afford to do. It quit working tonight, and I don't know if Ruth's relatives will get it fixed. I doubt it.

After my normal twenty-hour workday, I picked up the bathroom tile, tile grout and glue, sandpaper, plastic wood and varnish. Then I countersunk all the finishing nails at Mom's house.

The relief employee, who's quitting at the end of this week, keeps asking me if I want a night off. I've told her I don't want or need a night off right now, when in reality, I can't financially afford to take a night off. My bosses mother at Ruth's told her that she thinks I'm running away from home, because of Love's death, when nothing could be farther from the truth. What I wouldn't give to be home by myself, without any roommates. If only I could afford it! Where are the five days a week, $32.00 net eight-hours-a-day jobs I had in 1982? My job at Ruth's pay $15.00 net per day; my job at Alma's pays $16.50 net per day, a total of $31.50 net, twenty hours a day, five days a week, fourteen hours on the sixth day, and twenty-four hours on the seventh day. Lucky me!