Work and interesting stuff

Dear Diary,
At work, I hunted for jobs of interest. Seems like the only job I’d be qualified to do, if anything, would be a job at Easter Seals, Johnson Adult Day Center. What? I’m like, really? I’ve done reception work before, and it wasn’t the best thing to do. I have to work with the frail and the elderly in this job. But I’d prefer to play music for people. I love music, but it’s too iffy. Too iffy indeed! I remember years ago while driving home from Parochial school, my dear mother said, “You won’t make it in the entertainment industry.” Then she said that the Britneys and Christinas were all TV talk and music by ten. Well? I could be a music teacher, but you have to have a bachelor degree in music to do that. How much money have I spent on that degree and not gotten results? And as a second rhetorical question: how much money do you honestly think I’ll have to spend with accessing research and print documents? College is a bear for some, and for some others, impossible because of the location and the policies that some college–Atlantic Cape Community Mays Landing, are you listening?–some colleges have against the blind. I’m not going to a college if they hate me. I’m already nerve wracked about my audition, and I want to get away from my apartment and get a second and better apartment. I want to get rid of my poor girl clothes and wear something else, Freedom’s clothes. I want to be able to do things that rich people do: hire a cook to cook for me, hire someone to clean my house, someone to wake up at night, someone to … whatever. I’m done being poor, but yet I want to be able to get a job. Even the well-to-do have limits, and even the rich have limits. I’d rather be rich and donate my money to projects and help the homeless rather than BE the ones who can’t afford to replace your own clothing. Speaking of which, … more than three garments are missing in my laundry. I already called my church’s secretary while sitting with a coworker at lunch. He’s awesome, a great friend, wise and perfect in almost every way. Well, nobody’s percect, but … So I asked the benevolence fund’s amount, and Kris the secretary might have some. Please, God, I want my clothing back, and I want something nice to wear to the audition. God, if I am slated to be a musician, then your Will Be Done. Thank you for the gift of singing and the gift of all things singing.

Author: denverqueen

My name is Beth. I'm blind from birth and enjoy the blogging atmosphere. I am a creative person, a musician, a writer, etc. This is me. Take it or leave it.

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