A glimmer of hope

I received a response to one of my job applications today. An email inviting me to fill out a longer application. I hope it goes somewhere, but I did bomb three interviews recently. I wonder if I could even get a job that requires less experience than I have. I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that I’ll have to take a job making less money.

I filed my taxes, so now it’s just a waiting game for the money to hit my account. Then we can get caught up on bills and hope a job (or two) is around the corner. We’ve paid a quarter of this month’s rent and are mostly current on utilities. There are storage units and cell phones to pay for, but those will have to wait as long as possible.

I have some things in storage that I could sell to expand the timeline by probably another month. It would just suck to sell them because they’re things that I’d want to replace when I get back on my feet. I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near what I paid for them and I wouldn’t be able to buy something as nice when it was time to replace them.

We’re determined to not become homeless. It’s just not an option because of our dogs. No eviction notice yet, so we’re doing everything we can to better our situation. We’re average Americans trying to better our existence. We’re in a pretty deep hole, but we’re strong enough to claw ourselves out of it.