back to the food stamp line I go

Lost the really awesome paying job at Charter. Too many absences they said. Too sucky of an HR department I said.  After they finally approved my entire leave of absence, they called me down to speak with me about my attendance, which they included the time I was out due to medical reasons. Then they told me if I missed any more days I'd be given a second and final warning.  Because my eyes STILL aren't fully healed yet, I was still having some light sensitivity when I first started back. They counted the day I went home early because my eyes were tearing up so bad and feeling prickly that I just coudln't see.  They also counted the 2 days the doctor told me to stay in bed because of the triple crown of infection raging in my body, lest I wanted to end up in the hospital again.  With Joey being sick this weekend, it was a loss.  Call center work really isn't for me anyway.  Man I'm gonna miss that fat check though.

But losing my job doesn't mean I'm down and out.  I've got lots of ways to make money that don't involve slaving away for someone.  Got my mandolin out of hock and plan on working up a set with Walt to play music out at nursing homes.  Made good money doing that once before, I can make good money doing it again.  And Walt's gong to be growing hydroponic gardens in our garage for vegetables to take up to the farmers market even through the winter.  This will also give me time to finish my second book and get it published.  Trying to stay positive, that's the key.