Out of Work American Confessional
Jan. 21st, 2009 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kazariAfter nearly two weeks, I still haven't been able to pin down my own 'retired' father to help me flesh out my list of contact information and employment history into an actual resume. I don't know how this is. He's not working, I'm not working. We live in the same house. But, for two weeks he's managed to slip away every time I bring it up. Every time I set a deadline, he manages to be gone. I can't tell if I'm actually that low of a priority for him or if he is even aware of the passage of time so as to understand a deadline has passed. I recruited my mother for help...but she seems to care even less. They have said many times they want to help and guide me as much as possible towards my employment goals, but they've been all talk. I'm not sure how to progress, now.
I'd decided nearly a month ago that no matter how this process went, I'd just roll with the punches and be ok with it. This was working until this week's two little financial depressive moments. First, I got a notification from my bank that because I was no longer a student, my checking account type would be changed resulting in a base $6.95 fee per month. Then, I completed the online exit counseling for my student loans. Learned that while they had not seen fit to notify me, they had seen fit to start billing me. I'm more than a month and more than $500 in the hole on payments. I only have about $2,000 to my name at the moment. Just thinking about it makes me anxious.
...and I just heard my parents having a screaming fight about me.
I've been trying to press forward in my other plans. I've been promised a paint purchase in the next two days. I only have one more child's dress to finish before I'm done with the batch. And... I don't know. I feel a little like a human in storage.
I'd decided nearly a month ago that no matter how this process went, I'd just roll with the punches and be ok with it. This was working until this week's two little financial depressive moments. First, I got a notification from my bank that because I was no longer a student, my checking account type would be changed resulting in a base $6.95 fee per month. Then, I completed the online exit counseling for my student loans. Learned that while they had not seen fit to notify me, they had seen fit to start billing me. I'm more than a month and more than $500 in the hole on payments. I only have about $2,000 to my name at the moment. Just thinking about it makes me anxious.
...and I just heard my parents having a screaming fight about me.
I've been trying to press forward in my other plans. I've been promised a paint purchase in the next two days. I only have one more child's dress to finish before I'm done with the batch. And... I don't know. I feel a little like a human in storage.
