Mark just paid me $5 to run him to the convenience store.
You're sort of living the Uber dream, without needing the brand new car and Big Brother watching your every micromovement through an app.
I don’t run the air conditioner in my car because it uses too much gas. I’m using 2/55 A/C right now. And it’s still pretty hot. Nobody complains because the breeze from moving is cooler than any shade you can sit still in.
It’s pretty clear the shelter staff are pilfering. A semi truck from the regional food bank pulled up at the day shelter and unloaded a bunch of stuff this morning. What did they serve for breakfast? The same old powdered mini donuts that have been making the rounds for a month, with a tiny cup of canned mandarin oranges and a tiny cup of raisins and nuts. I’m talking about those little cups you used to squirt your tartar sauce in at Long John Silver’s.
One day, a local church had a big food and clothing giveaway in the parking lot of a business across the street from the day shelter. A staff member from the shelter got into a pissing match with one of the tweak birds. They were cussing back and forth in front of the church people and their children. The same staffer then went to the head of the clothing line and snapped up two pairs of Nikes for himself before anyone got a crack at them.
(09-08-2022, 08:43 AM)user328 Wrote: [ -> ]The same staffer then went to the head of the clothing line and snapped up two pairs of Nikes for himself before anyone got a crack at them.
Can people be assigned that kind of role through community service?
I don’t have any idea how these people get their jobs. The fellow who got in the fight with the tweak bird was a large black man. I think he was a security guard (more like a bouncer) because all of the security guards are large black men.
Lunch for today is dry red beans and rice with a generous helping of chili powder and cumin, green beans, and cornbread with no butter.
Some of the staffers drive BMWs and Mercedes. I imagine they’re the owners’ kids or something.
You never see butter here, nor milk. The only drinks they have besides bottled water are the occasional tiny juice box.
After the abominable breakfast this morning, I found a $5 McDonald’s gift card in my car and got a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit.
The cornbread is moist and sweet. I wasn’t going to eat any of it, but now I’m going to finish it.
I sold three sodas while waiting for the night shelter to open. I need to hawk the shit out of them all day tomorrow to raise money for my self storage rent.
I actually didn’t end up eating the rest of the cornbread. The mood had left me by the time I finished typing that. Lol
Prison cornbread doesn’t come with butter either, huh?
I had thought to peddle sodas at the flea market or fairgrounds today, but both are closed. At the fairgrounds, they wanted me to park in an empty lot that’s hell and gone from any foot traffic. The flea market is open tomorrow, so I’ll try it then.
Whilst minding the pop stand in the night shelter parking lot - the least likely place to find paying customers - my car battery got too low to start the car. It seems to be gradually building a charge, so I’m gonna wait a couple of hours and try again.
My current selection is 12 oz. bottle Coke, Sprite, and Mt. Dew for $1, 10 oz. can cream soda for 75 cents, and a big 50 oz. water for $1.25. Everything is ice cold. I’m gonna get some Body Armor and sweet tea before I head out to the flea market tomorrow.
I have pleasant memories of attending flea markets when I was a kid.
I was unable to start the car, and had to get a jump start. It starts and runs fine now. I probably ran the battery down by playing my iPod through the car stereo all day.
This morning, the day shelter was closed for a veterans only event. They evidently didn’t feed the non-veterans. When I went inside, some dude told me to sit in a chair in the back row of several rows of chairs facing two tables, behind which sat a bunch of officious looking people with a lot of paperwork.
I headed for the breakfast line instead.
Eggs AND sausage AND bacon, all hot, with a fresh biscuit drowned in sausage gravy. Hot.
This was the breakfast they should be feeding EVERYONE, every single day.
True but... at least they're treating the veterans right. I mean, my God, it's the absolute fucking least this country could do. So sad.
