Too bad there aren't any short, crazy Sicilian's running around yelling "Inconceivable!".
'Cuz I could really use a job.
I've been off since March with a bum shoulder, but the reality is, my days as a journeyman mailer are numbered....and I'm thinking 1 or 2 years....if a miracle occurs.
I had amp'ed myself up today and spent the last 3 hours online looking at workopolis.ca and wowjobs.ca and anything I could look at, including this thing about working from home making money online....hmmm. Right. It seemed pretty legit until you go to fill out the form and find that you need your credit card to pay $49.95 US to some guy named Richard Allan. Who will send you a packet and DVD's the very next day via FEDEX so you can get to earning your $1000.00 or more per week!!!
So, needless to say, I did not order the packet cuz I need my $49.95 to buy gas...and I'm thinking how I can go about getting people to give me $49.95....
Still thinking....
Um...
Got nothing, well, nothing ethical anyway, and therein lies the rub. I have morals. Integrity. Honor.
I can't just create something that'll have international suckers handing me money with their eyes wide shut. How would I sleep at night?
The bottom line is, I'm S.O.L. and at 40 years of age, it's not going to be easy finding another career. My husband is probably not going to be able to work again and that makes me the bread winner, the bacon bringer, the cheddar chaser.
What to do, what to do?
I'm not really crafty, so I can't knit an afghan or tat a table cloth to sell at a craft fair. I don't care if you buy a certain product, get the one that works for you. So I'll never be in sales. My ass is too big to be hanging down on Davie St. and um, eew, and other peoples kids should be tended to by other people. So, daycare is out. WAY out.
The fact that I have even given these options slight consideration speaks to my desperation.
I'd like to get into tourism, maybe be a travel agent. Maybe I could be a dental hygienist. All this takes education, which I would have to touch up on, and that takes money. Which I don't have.
I could probably make and sell cheap ass jewelry online thru this blog, but my mom makes beautiful stuff and I think that might be an issue...maybe, maybe not.
Either way, I'm going to have to come up with something, because, the end of the tunnel is near, but there ain't no light.
Somewhere, there is a solution, but I think I have the wrong map, cuz, there ain't no treasure where I'm digging and I'm running out of fuel, energy, and lives....
I'll do what I can for now, and that includes getting off my ass and making dinner tonight.
What was it that Vissini said? Go back to the beginning? Well, I am at the beginning. So save your Ho there!
Inconceivable!
