u/MajorRobology

I'm feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety since I'll be working my new job tomorrow. Ive been homeless for almost an entire year at this point and I'm looking forward to being able to actually make money and hopefully get out of homeless by the end of the year. However, I'm getting stressed out for a couple of reasons.

Firstly, new field. I have worked in retail for over 4 years and thats where the vast majority of my work experience comes from. Now, I honestly can't stand working retail anymore (at least front of house) so I figured I could switch careers. This is turning out to be a good move for me since this job is gonna pay more than any other job I have (it's a warehouse job) but I'm worried that I'll be terrible at my job. Or that I'll somehow hate it more than retail.

Second, since I'm homeless, I have to pay very close attention to my hygiene. It's hot and I'm sleeping outside, so it's hard for me to maintain a hygienic appearance. It would absolutely suck for me to lose my job because of odor or bad looks or something of that sort.

Third, this job is a ways away from where I sleep. With transit it would take 2 hours for me to get to the job, and some shifts I get off in the middle of the night, when transit is CLOSED. So I'll have to figure out how to get by for the night without getting in trouble due to trespassing or anything like that.

A part of me feels like the next two or three weeks are gonna be the toughest for me. Fingers crossed everything is fine, I get through it, and the employer likes the work I'm putting in... but working while homeless is gonna be one hell of a challenge and I really, really hope I'm able to pull through since it took nine months for me to even land this job.

I'm feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety since I'll be working my new job tomorrow. Ive been homeless for almost an entire year at this point and I'm looking forward to being able to actually make money and hopefully get out of homeless by the end of the year. However, I'm getting stressed out for a couple of reasons.

Firstly, new field. I have worked in retail for over 4 years and thats where the vast majority of my work experience comes from. Now, I honestly can't stand working retail anymore (at least front of house) so I figured I could switch careers. This is turning out to be a good move for me since this job is gonna pay more than any other job I have (it's a warehouse job) but I'm worried that I'll be terrible at my job. Or that I'll somehow hate it more than retail.

Second, since I'm homeless, I have to pay very close attention to my hygiene. It's hot and I'm sleeping outside, so it's hard for me to maintain a hygienic appearance. It would absolutely suck for me to lose my job because of odor or bad looks or something of that sort.

Third, this job is a ways away from where I sleep. With transit it would take 2 hours for me to get to the job, and some shifts I get off in the middle of the night, when transit is CLOSED. So I'll have to figure out how to get by for the night without getting in trouble due to trespassing or anything like that.

A part of me feels like the next two or three weeks are gonna be the toughest for me. Fingers crossed everything is fine, I get through it, and the employer likes the work I'm putting in... but working while homeless is gonna be one hell of a challenge and I really, really hope I'm able to pull through since it took nine months for me to even land this job.

I'm feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety since I'll be working my new job tomorrow. Ive been homeless for almost an entire year at this point and I'm looking forward to being able to actually make money and hopefully get out of homeless by the end of the year. However, I'm getting stressed out for a couple of reasons.

Firstly, new field. I have worked in retail for over 4 years and thats where the vast majority of my work experience comes from. Now, I honestly can't stand working retail anymore (at least front of house) so I figured I could switch careers. This is turning out to be a good move for me since this job is gonna pay more than any other job I have (it's a warehouse job) but I'm worried that I'll be terrible at my job. Or that I'll somehow hate it more than retail.

Second, since I'm homeless, I have to pay very close attention to my hygiene. It's hot and I'm sleeping outside, so it's hard for me to maintain a hygienic appearance. It would absolutely suck for me to lose my job because of odor or bad looks or something of that sort.

Third, this job is a ways away from where I sleep. With transit it would take 2 hours for me to get to the job, and some shifts I get off in the middle of the night, when transit is CLOSED. So I'll have to figure out how to get by for the night without getting in trouble due to trespassing or anything like that.

A part of me feels like the next two or three weeks are gonna be the toughest for me. Fingers crossed everything is fine, I get through it, and the employer likes the work I'm putting in... but working while homeless is gonna be one hell of a challenge and I really, really hope I'm able to pull through since it took nine months for me to even land this job.

I'm feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety since I'll be working my new job tomorrow. Ive been homeless for almost an entire year at this point and I'm looking forward to being able to actually make money and hopefully get out of homeless by the end of the year. However, I'm getting stressed out for a couple of reasons.

Firstly, new field. I have worked in retail for over 4 years and thats where the vast majority of my work experience comes from. Now, I honestly can't stand working retail anymore (at least front of house) so I figured I could switch careers. This is turning out to be a good move for me since this job is gonna pay more than any other job I have (it's a warehouse job) but I'm worried that I'll be terrible at my job. Or that I'll somehow hate it more than retail.

Second, since I'm homeless, I have to pay very close attention to my hygiene. It's hot and I'm sleeping outside, so it's hard for me to maintain a hygienic appearance. It would absolutely suck for me to lose my job because of odor or bad looks or something of that sort.

Third, this job is a ways away from where I sleep. With transit it would take 2 hours for me to get to the job, and some shifts I get off in the middle of the night, when transit is CLOSED. So I'll have to figure out how to get by for the night without getting in trouble due to trespassing or anything like that.

A part of me feels like the next two or three weeks are gonna be the toughest for me. Fingers crossed everything is fine, I get through it, and the employer likes the work I'm putting in... but working while homeless is gonna be one hell of a challenge and I really, really hope I'm able to pull through since it took nine months for me to even land this job.

Okay, so I've been homeless for almost a year at this point and some actual good news for once: I got hired to work at a place and I start next week. At the time of me writing this, I'm trying to get my pre-boarding activities done and to pretty much get ready to prepare for my first few days working there. I can't help but feel on the back of my head that I'm just... underprepared if that makes sense. Like, I have my I-9 stuff, I have clothes I can wear and all that, I'm not necessarily worried about not doing my job right but rather I'm worried that I may be stripped of the opportunity of doing said job. My hair is a complete mess and there's literally nowhere I can use clippers to shave it all off. I don't have a dedicated place to wash myself and since I'm expected to report early in the morning, most places aren't gonna be open for me to wash at. Then, if I get scheduled evening shift, I gotta figure out how I'm gonna survive the night because the bus I need to take to get to and from work will no longer be operating by the time I get off, so I gotta figure out how I can make it through the night safely. What doesn't help is that the place I'm working at is in a fairly secluded area, and police often do rounds here since it's a distribution center and under constant security and monitoring.

It's tough really, I feel like I didn't think this all of the way through well enough. I was just so desperate to get a job that I literally just accepted the first one that reached out with an offer, and it's a really good offer too, the pay is good, the hours while starting off on the lower end will eventually be more consistent and good, the job itself isn't retail so I don't have to deal with the pressure of getting yelled at my customers for doing what my boss tells me to do while being paid $10 an hour for all of the orders he barks at me, etc.

I've ultimately decided that I will make this work somehow, someway, some shape or form. In the end, there's no perfect scenario where the stars will align perfectly. That's just not possible. However, what I can do is try to make the most out of this golden opportunity and do whatever I can to allow myself to work my ass off. Because honestly, the hardest part in my opinion will be waiting until that first paycheck hits, because once it gets here, I can do a lot more.

Unfortunately, for right now, my actions are very limited and it's stressing me out because I don't want something to happen that hinders my employment. I need this job.

Okay, so I've been homeless for almost a year at this point and some actual good news for once: I got hired to work at a place and I start next week. At the time of me writing this, I'm trying to get my pre-boarding activities done and to pretty much get ready to prepare for my first few days working there. I can't help but feel on the back of my head that I'm just... underprepared if that makes sense. Like, I have my I-9 stuff, I have clothes I can wear and all that, I'm not necessarily worried about not doing my job right but rather I'm worried that I may be stripped of the opportunity of doing said job. My hair is a complete mess and there's literally nowhere I can use clippers to shave it all off. I don't have a dedicated place to wash myself and since I'm expected to report early in the morning, most places aren't gonna be open for me to wash at. Then, if I get scheduled evening shift, I gotta figure out how I'm gonna survive the night because the bus I need to take to get to and from work will no longer be operating by the time I get off, so I gotta figure out how I can make it through the night safely. What doesn't help is that the place I'm working at is in a fairly secluded area, and police often do rounds here since it's a distribution center and under constant security and monitoring.

It's tough really, I feel like I didn't think this all of the way through well enough. I was just so desperate to get a job that I literally just accepted the first one that reached out with an offer, and it's a really good offer too, the pay is good, the hours while starting off on the lower end will eventually be more consistent and good, the job itself isn't retail so I don't have to deal with the pressure of getting yelled at my customers for doing what my boss tells me to do while being paid $10 an hour for all of the orders he barks at me, etc.

I've ultimately decided that I will make this work somehow, someway, some shape or form. In the end, there's no perfect scenario where the stars will align perfectly. That's just not possible. However, what I can do is try to make the most out of this golden opportunity and do whatever I can to allow myself to work my ass off. Because honestly, the hardest part in my opinion will be waiting until that first paycheck hits, because once it gets here, I can do a lot more.

Unfortunately, for right now, my actions are very limited and it's stressing me out because I don't want something to happen that hinders my employment. I need this job.

Okay, so I've been homeless for almost a year at this point and some actual good news for once: I got hired to work at a place and I start next week. At the time of me writing this, I'm trying to get my pre-boarding activities done and to pretty much get ready to prepare for my first few days working there. I can't help but feel on the back of my head that I'm just... underprepared if that makes sense. Like, I have my I-9 stuff, I have clothes I can wear and all that, I'm not necessarily worried about not doing my job right but rather I'm worried that I may be stripped of the opportunity of doing said job. My hair is a complete mess and there's literally nowhere I can use clippers to shave it all off. I don't have a dedicated place to wash myself and since I'm expected to report early in the morning, most places aren't gonna be open for me to wash at. Then, if I get scheduled evening shift, I gotta figure out how I'm gonna survive the night because the bus I need to take to get to and from work will no longer be operating by the time I get off, so I gotta figure out how I can make it through the night safely. What doesn't help is that the place I'm working at is in a fairly secluded area, and police often do rounds here since it's a distribution center and under constant security and monitoring.

It's tough really, I feel like I didn't think this all of the way through well enough. I was just so desperate to get a job that I literally just accepted the first one that reached out with an offer, and it's a really good offer too, the pay is good, the hours while starting off on the lower end will eventually be more consistent and good, the job itself isn't retail so I don't have to deal with the pressure of getting yelled at my customers for doing what my boss tells me to do while being paid $10 an hour for all of the orders he barks at me, etc.

I've ultimately decided that I will make this work somehow, someway, some shape or form. In the end, there's no perfect scenario where the stars will align perfectly. That's just not possible. However, what I can do is try to make the most out of this golden opportunity and do whatever I can to allow myself to work my ass off. Because honestly, the hardest part in my opinion will be waiting until that first paycheck hits, because once it gets here, I can do a lot more.

Unfortunately, for right now, my actions are very limited and it's stressing me out because I don't want something to happen that hinders my employment. I need this job.

Okay, so I've been homeless for almost a year at this point and some actual good news for once: I got hired to work at a place and I start next week. At the time of me writing this, I'm trying to get my pre-boarding activities done and to pretty much get ready to prepare for my first few days working there. I can't help but feel on the back of my head that I'm just... underprepared if that makes sense. Like, I have my I-9 stuff, I have clothes I can wear and all that, I'm not necessarily worried about not doing my job right but rather I'm worried that I may be stripped of the opportunity of doing said job. My hair is a complete mess and there's literally nowhere I can use clippers to shave it all off. I don't have a dedicated place to wash myself and since I'm expected to report early in the morning, most places aren't gonna be open for me to wash at. Then, if I get scheduled evening shift, I gotta figure out how I'm gonna survive the night because the bus I need to take to get to and from work will no longer be operating by the time I get off, so I gotta figure out how I can make it through the night safely. What doesn't help is that the place I'm working at is in a fairly secluded area, and police often do rounds here since it's a distribution center and under constant security and monitoring.

It's tough really, I feel like I didn't think this all of the way through well enough. I was just so desperate to get a job that I literally just accepted the first one that reached out with an offer, and it's a really good offer too, the pay is good, the hours while starting off on the lower end will eventually be more consistent and good, the job itself isn't retail so I don't have to deal with the pressure of getting yelled at my customers for doing what my boss tells me to do while being paid $10 an hour for all of the orders he barks at me, etc.

I've ultimately decided that I will make this work somehow, someway, some shape or form. In the end, there's no perfect scenario where the stars will align perfectly. That's just not possible. However, what I can do is try to make the most out of this golden opportunity and do whatever I can to allow myself to work my ass off. Because honestly, the hardest part in my opinion will be waiting until that first paycheck hits, because once it gets here, I can do a lot more.

Unfortunately, for right now, my actions are very limited and it's stressing me out because I don't want something to happen that hinders my employment. I need this job.

Okay, so I've been homeless for almost a year at this point and some actual good news for once: I got hired to work at a place and I start next week. At the time of me writing this, I'm trying to get my pre-boarding activities done and to pretty much get ready to prepare for my first few days working there. I can't help but feel on the back of my head that I'm just... underprepared if that makes sense. Like, I have my I-9 stuff, I have clothes I can wear and all that, I'm not necessarily worried about not doing my job right but rather I'm worried that I may be stripped of the opportunity of doing said job. My hair is a complete mess and there's literally nowhere I can use clippers to shave it all off. I don't have a dedicated place to wash myself and since I'm expected to report early in the morning, most places aren't gonna be open for me to wash at. Then, if I get scheduled evening shift, I gotta figure out how I'm gonna survive the night because the bus I need to take to get to and from work will no longer be operating by the time I get off, so I gotta figure out how I can make it through the night safely. What doesn't help is that the place I'm working at is in a fairly secluded area, and police often do rounds here since it's a distribution center and under constant security and monitoring.

It's tough really, I feel like I didn't think this all of the way through well enough. I was just so desperate to get a job that I literally just accepted the first one that reached out with an offer, and it's a really good offer too, the pay is good, the hours while starting off on the lower end will eventually be more consistent and good, the job itself isn't retail so I don't have to deal with the pressure of getting yelled at my customers for doing what my boss tells me to do while being paid $10 an hour for all of the orders he barks at me, etc.

I've ultimately decided that I will make this work somehow, someway, some shape or form. In the end, there's no perfect scenario where the stars will align perfectly. That's just not possible. However, what I can do is try to make the most out of this golden opportunity and do whatever I can to allow myself to work my ass off. Because honestly, the hardest part in my opinion will be waiting until that first paycheck hits, because once it gets here, I can do a lot more.

Unfortunately, for right now, my actions are very limited and it's stressing me out because I don't want something to happen that hinders my employment. I need this job.

A couple of days ago I posted on here about how I've been going through homelessness for the past almost year and how I've gotten a job interview last week and became anxious over it. Well, I got the phone call and I'm on the team!

There are some things I do think I need to figure out before I start working. Since I'm homeless it'll be hard for me to pull some of this off, but it's gotta be done. I made too much progress, I'm beyond the point of no return now.

Gotta figure out how to keep myself looking and, more importantly, smelling presentable. Being out in the summer heat all day and night makes it more difficult but now it's never been more important. Transportation is something I need to figure out too, as well as where to put my belongings when I work because I can't bring them into the facility.

It's gonna be tough to be honest, but the hard part is just making it to the first paycheck really. Once I do that fingers crossed it'll be smooth sailing going forward.

This is my chance. My opportunity.

I have been extremely depressed for the past 7 years. Too much has happened that has led me to be like this, from my mom suddenly passing to flunking out of college. Now, I've been homeless for almost a year and nothing has been meaningful in my life. Dying would be such a mercy, a blessing even, for me right now.

I was looking at my job applications and submitting new ones earlier today. Currently waiting to hear back from a job that gave me an interview last week. But I've been thinking... why? What's the point of all of this?

My suicidality for the past seven years has evolved to where a part of me has grown apathetic to the world. What's my point? What's my purpose? Why even fight for it? I've been wanting out of this world for so long, but I'm still here. That doesn't feel right. Even if things get better, so what?

I've been hurt and let down so much that I just stopped caring. I just don't care. Even now in my situation, I can't extensively bathe every day. I can't eat everyday, and some days I do eat I have to dig out the trash. I can't work. No one is hiring, because how the hell does someone get denied a job at McDonald's? I feel like every time I put expectations on something, said something doesn't meet said expectations, ergo causing me to spiral hardcore.

Then I spiral and after I spiral I'm still alive. That doesn't feel right. It would have if this were an uncommon occurrence but I'm like this almost every day. For seven years. It doesn't feel right for me to still be alive. And I keep posting about this too, but don't do shit about it. Idk what's wrong with me. I already can't take care of myself. Can't bathe. Can't eat. Can't work. Can't sleep. What's stopping me? It feels wrong to still be here.

I have been extremely depressed for the past 7 years. Too much has happened that has led me to be like this, from my mom suddenly passing to flunking out of college. Now, I've been homeless for almost a year and nothing has been meaningful in my life. Dying would be such a mercy, a blessing even, for me right now.

I was looking at my job applications and submitting new ones earlier today. Currently waiting to hear back from a job that gave me an interview last week. But I've been thinking... why? What's the point of all of this?

My suicidality for the past seven years has evolved to where a part of me has grown apathetic to the world. What's my point? What's my purpose? Why even fight for it? I've been wanting out of this world for so long, but I'm still here. That doesn't feel right. Even if things get better, so what?

I've been hurt and let down so much that I just stopped caring. I just don't care. Even now in my situation, I can't extensively bathe every day. I can't eat everyday, and some days I do eat I have to dig out the trash. I can't work. No one is hiring, because how the hell does someone get denied a job at McDonald's? I feel like every time I put expectations on something, said something doesn't meet said expectations, ergo causing me to spiral hardcore.

Then I spiral and after I spiral I'm still alive. That doesn't feel right. It would have if this were an uncommon occurrence but I'm like this almost every day. For seven years. It doesn't feel right for me to still be alive. And I keep posting about this too, but don't do shit about it. Idk what's wrong with me. I already can't take care of myself. Can't bathe. Can't eat. Can't work. Can't sleep. What's stopping me? It feels wrong to still be here.

I'm currently homeless and I've been looking for decent jobs to work at for months. When I say jobs, I'm not talking about the near minimum wage jobs where I won't be able to save any money, I want an actual job with something that gives me even a fraction of a livable wage. $11 an hour isn't gonna cut it for me anymore.

Well, last week, I heard back from one of these jobs (fulfillment/distribution center) and they wanted to do an interview with me, which was nice. Went to the interview in a polo shirt, pants, and those black slip-resistant shoes you often see fast food workers wear. Went to the interview, asked and answered some questions, had a short tour of some of the facilities, and I was on my merry way. The whole thing took maybe 20 minutes?

I was told before I left that they're still conducting more interviews for the week but I'll be notified if I get a job offer through my email. So I'm thinking, wow. This is great! Working a job that pays more than double my previous job, more consistent hours (meaning I won't go from working 38 hours one week to barely 20 the next), more opportunities to save, this sounds very promising.

Well, I should be getting a response this week on their decision and the nerves are messing me up. Again, since I'm homeless, this job means more to me than anything right now. I'm ready to just work my ass off and save aggressively so that I can comfortably move into an apartment, a room inside a house, or even a hotel. Yes, my standards are that low now.

But I'm thinking damn. What if I get rejected? What if I don't even get a response? I'll be honest this job is one of the better paying entry level jobs in my area, and it would suck to not get it. Then I'd have to go back to applying to more jobs just for the vast majority of them to not go anywhere.

And even if I get the job, there's so much I gotta figure out. How am I gonna get bus passes to get to and from work for the days I work until my first check? How am I gonna wash myself extensively so that my odor doesn't get me fired? How am I gonna maintain a tidy, professional appearance? It is ten times harder to do that when you're out on the streets. I'm sure I'll find a way somehow, because you gotta learn to be resourceful and adaptive when you live like this, but I feel like I have to account for every single variable and if I don't plan well enough on just one of them, I'll be in trouble.

Even in the interview, I had to scramble to get myself together because the interview took place less than 24 hours after I received the email inviting me to it. I'm just hoping things work out for me, because this could genuinely be my big break, but if it doesn't work out it'll be very depressing.

So, I've been homeless for almost a year now. I've been losing my will to live for a while. Lately, I've had some not-so-bad things happen to me. One of the many, many, MANY jobs I applied to reached out and wanted to do an interview with me. Did the interview, as decently as I could since being homeless you can only do so much to look presentable, especially since I had a less than 24 hour notice, but I did the best I could. The interview went well, but now I'm in the middle of the dreaded waiting game on whether or not I get selected. Honestly? I don't think there's any hope for me, and it's for three reasons.

**Reason 1: The event I don't get selected.**

I am totally anticipating on not getting selected. Things don't go right, why would things go right all of a sudden now? There's always some sort of catch, some gimmick, some caveat, that screws me. And I think this is all a setup to get me excited, just to snatch it away from me. Like a horse with a carrot dangling in front of him, but he'll never be given the carrot so instead of eating a good carrot he's just starving while being teased the carrot. That's the story of my life the past almost year, when things start looking up, something happens that puts me back in my place.

**Reason 2: I get selected but I'm so unprepared I'll fail and get fired**

So, what if I don't get denied? I get in, cool. Well... there are things that I need to upkeep and maintain, like hygiene and odor. It's hard enough being homeless because you have to find a way to get the hygiene products and wash yourself without having someone walk in to you washing yourself and being told to leave or being judged or whatever. Then, at the workplace in question, I'm not allowed to bring my backpack. My backpack has everything I own in there, I can't just not have my backpack with me. Then I gotta figure out how to maintain transportation, making sure I'm able to get to work and leave work, etc. I feel like something is gonna happen, or I'm gonna mess up, and it'll cause me to fail. I feel like something will happen, and it'll cost me the job.

**Reason 3: I keep the job but the world economy is so dogshit it doesn't matter**

I get the job. I keep the job, but guess what? The economy is dogshit. I'll never be able to own a home, might never be able to get an apartment again, like even when I start working and get money, what then? My life is over. Economy sucks. I have no friends. I have no family. I have nothing to really look forward to. I'll just be existing for no reason.

I don't know. I'm ready for the worst. The worst will happen. I probably won't even get the job. If I get the job, I'll fall short somewhere and fail. If I keep the job, it won't matter anyway because not only is my life purposeless but I won't even be able to enjoy it. It's the ultimate catch-22.

So, I've been homeless for almost a year now. I've been losing my will to live for a while. Lately, I've had some not-so-bad things happen to me. One of the many, many, MANY jobs I applied to reached out and wanted to do an interview with me. Did the interview, as decently as I could since being homeless you can only do so much to look presentable, especially since I had a less than 24 hour notice, but I did the best I could. The interview went well, but now I'm in the middle of the dreaded waiting game on whether or not I get selected. Honestly? I don't think there's any hope for me, and it's for three reasons.

**Reason 1: The event I don't get selected.**

I am totally anticipating on not getting selected. Things don't go right, why would things go right all of a sudden now? There's always some sort of catch, some gimmick, some caveat, that screws me. And I think this is all a setup to get me excited, just to snatch it away from me. Like a horse with a carrot dangling in front of him, but he'll never be given the carrot so instead of eating a good carrot he's just starving while being teased the carrot. That's the story of my life the past almost year, when things start looking up, something happens that puts me back in my place.

**Reason 2: I get selected but I'm so unprepared I'll fail and get fired**

So, what if I don't get denied? I get in, cool. Well... there are things that I need to upkeep and maintain, like hygiene and odor. It's hard enough being homeless because you have to find a way to get the hygiene products and wash yourself without having someone walk in to you washing yourself and being told to leave or being judged or whatever. Then, at the workplace in question, I'm not allowed to bring my backpack. My backpack has everything I own in there, I can't just not have my backpack with me. Then I gotta figure out how to maintain transportation, making sure I'm able to get to work and leave work, etc. I feel like something is gonna happen, or I'm gonna mess up, and it'll cause me to fail. I feel like something will happen, and it'll cost me the job.

**Reason 3: I keep the job but the world economy is so dogshit it doesn't matter**

I get the job. I keep the job, but guess what? The economy is dogshit. I'll never be able to own a home, might never be able to get an apartment again, like even when I start working and get money, what then? My life is over. Economy sucks. I have no friends. I have no family. I have nothing to really look forward to. I'll just be existing for no reason.

I don't know. I'm ready for the worst. The worst will happen. I probably won't even get the job. If I get the job, I'll fall short somewhere and fail. If I keep the job, it won't matter anyway because not only is my life purposeless but I won't even be able to enjoy it. It's the ultimate catch-22.

Well, I went to an interview a few days ago and things went pretty well. Had a tour of some of the facilities there. I am just really hoping that things line up well. I'll have an answer by Tuesday at the latest and the anticipation is killing me.

I'm tired of doing nothing all day. I'm tired of not having money. Tired of sleeping outside and waking up to bugs crawling on me. This jobs pays pretty decently and getting this job would allow me to start living my life again. I want to live. I am 25 years old I am so tired of wasting my 20s surviving like this. I want to take care of myself again.

If I could just get this job... even if I work only 20 hours a week it can at least get me headed in the right direction. Making some money is better than making none.

That's all, I just wanted to vent because I'm feeling a lot right now and this job is a golden opportunity to turn my life around.

Well, I went to an interview a few days ago and things went pretty well. Had a tour of some of the facilities there. I am just really hoping that things line up well. I'll have an answer by Tuesday at the latest and the anticipation is killing me.

I'm tired of doing nothing all day. I'm tired of not having money. Tired of sleeping outside and waking up to bugs crawling on me. This jobs pays pretty decently and getting this job would allow me to start living my life again. I want to live. I am 25 years old I am so tired of wasting my 20s surviving like this. I want to take care of myself again.

If I could just get this job... even if I work only 20 hours a week it can at least get me headed in the right direction. Making some money is better than making none.

That's all, I just wanted to vent because I'm feeling a lot right now and this job is a golden opportunity to turn my life around. Being unemployed *sucks*, and fingers crossed I can close the gap in my resume.

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Well, I went to an interview a few days ago and things went pretty well. Had a tour of some of the facilities there. I am just really hoping that things line up well. I'll have an answer by Tuesday at the latest and the anticipation is killing me.

I'm tired of doing nothing all day. I'm tired of not having money. Tired of sleeping outside and waking up to bugs crawling on me. This jobs pays pretty decently and getting this job would allow me to start living my life again. I want to live. I am 25 years old I am so tired of wasting my 20s surviving like this. I want to take care of myself again.

If I could just get this job... even if I work only 20 hours a week it can at least get me headed in the right direction. Making some money is better than making none.

That's all, I just wanted to vent because I'm feeling a lot right now and this job is a golden opportunity to turn my life around.

Well, I went to the interview and things went pretty well. Had a tour of some of the facilities there. I am just really hoping that things line up well. I'll have an answer by Tuesday at the latest and the anticipation is killing me.

I'm tired of doing nothing all day. I'm tired of not having money. I'm tired of going days without eating and digging what I do eat out from the trash. I'm tired of sitting out in the rain being drenched in water. Tired of sleeping outside and waking up to bugs crawling on me, biting me, and causing me to bleed. I want to live. I am 25 years old I am so tired of wasting my 20s surviving like this. I want to take care of myself again.

If I could just get this job... even if I work only 20 hours a week it can at least get me headed in the right direction. Making some money is better than making none.

I don't know what I'm going to do to be honest whether I get in or don't get in. I don't want to waste the little resources I have on an uncertain outcome. Just thinking about what I should do next is overwhelming, I legitimately just don't know. I'm just stuck.