Mr. Gren has been looking for work since November. We haven’t had a paycheck since March and he’s ineligible for unemployment benefits because he worked at a church (which doesn’t have to pay and couldn’t anyways, which is why they let him go). He has applied for probably close to 200 jobs since November. Camp director, bank teller, pest control, you name it, he has probably applied for it. He has had interviews with four companies and, just when we think there might be a light at the end of the tunnel, something crazy happens: He’s the #2 guy; the company decides to look only at internal applicants; the whole thing turns out to be a scam. We have to be out of the house by the end of summer, which adds even more pressure. A few nights ago, Mr. Gren and I were discussing what the past few months have felt like and I drew a few cartoons to to illustrate it. (Click to make bigger)
Trying to find a job is like:
It’s a barrel o’ laughs out there, folks.
In good news, I did get my sewing machine back yesterday, so… yay!