Sad Awakening.

I cried on the drive there.  I cried in the waiting room. I cried because this is what it has come to. I cried seeing the many others out there seeking the same help. I cried because they may be more worse off than me. I cried when I told the lady what I have left in my bank account. I cried thinking how thankful I am to have this sort of governmental assistance. I cried because I'm sick of being underpaid or not paid at all for the work that I do. I cried because in a fucked up way, this is a pretty interesting and cool life experience I'm experiencing.

Yesterday was an emotional day. I really had an awakening. A super sad wake up call to my financial status. I am poor.

I  am poor like everyone else that was waiting to hear their name called at the Washington Connection. Waiting to tell their struggle story. Mine went something like this: I moved up two months ago, and have been doing absolutely everything I can to land a job. I'm a full time job seeker who often works overtime. I have a journalism degree from one of the top J schools in the country. I'm fluent in two languages. I have experience. What the fuck? Does it really matter anymore; a college degree?

Never would of thought I'd get here. I'll get myself out.