I am probably jinxing my life by merely typing this, let alone my plans to actually publish this on the blog…
This is how my life works.
I honestly don’t know why I worry. I really in the end don’t see the point, but I suppose in the mix of things there are times where I can’t see the forest for the trees.
The last several months I’ve been living very precariously. Back in March-April, I was seriously looking homelessness in the face as I was losing my apartment and didn’t have a steady job in order to get a new one.
I couldn’t find a job to save my life, and it seemed no one wanted to hire me of the few jobs that I ran across that I could physically do.
Then one day nearing the end of April, I got a call. Out of the blue. From one of the companies that I use.
“Do you want a job?”
Hell yes, and I got hired. It was enough of a job that allowed me to get my current apartment, and it managed to allow me to almost get back into financial shape..
And then I lost the job.
Fudge nuggets! Again, I have been trying to find a job. This go around I get almost close enough. So close.. and then nada.
Last month, I was seriously freaking out as it was one week before rent was due and I didn’t have it….
Thats when I go to the mail box to get my mail, and find a letter from my old bank (I still have an account I just never use it) telling me that I have a CD, which I’d totally forgot about, that was coming up for renewal right then. It had just enough money in it to pay my rent.
So I get it cashed out, pay my rent, and I’m freaking because I don’t have the next months rent. I didn’t want to wait til the last minute again. I already know there’s no more hidden CDs just magically coming up for renewal.
When a friend offers me a part-time gig giving me just enough to cover a couple bills and pay this next month’s rent.
So anyway, today I’m thinking about upcoming bills and trying not to freak out about what I’m going to do in a month if I can’t find a job.
What the hell is that? Did my computer just ding at me?
I go look and it’s a instant message from a guy I met at my old apartment building. I met him at the pool. There’s probably a post about him in this blog somewhere. I haven’t spoken to him or any of his friends in at least a year maybe longer.
His band just got a recording contract, and they want to hire me.
This is how my life works. It’s honestly how my life has always worked. Like Magic. I don’t get it. I honestly never get it.
This is also why I believe in God.