I didn't get work today, not even from the daily labor place. Ethel, my dog, and I had fun there at least. Odd how she only withdraws from a few of the bums and hobos, and seldom from the ones I think of as being leery.
The idea of walking 20 plus miles daunted me. I came home and suffered.
The hunger was pretty bad and gave me a headache and dizziness. None of that is a very big deal but hunger has a way of clarifying the senses and heightening responses. Not the hunger most people go through on a diet but the deep hunger from being under paid and trying to survive on no food, improper food, for too long.
Ethel has plenty of food. That's important to me. I can understand what's happening in my body. She would only know she hurts.
Tomorrow I have that test on Word, Excel etc. I'm sure it is a moron test, designed to sift out the biggest fools and leave most of the chaff. I messed around with Excel today and can't imagine what they can test you on. My Southern Friend says it might be macros, which are easy as well. I figure it'll be formulas and adding columns. I want to score high so I get work right away but I can't bring myself to worry.
I am irritated that the place is 16 miles away and they scheduled it for 8 AM. I suppose part of it is to see if I'll show up on time, but it really makes me angry that they subject me to a 4 hour test, test should be in quotes. Why not call me a liar and step outside? Because that is what they are doing but they look to club you with money and their cowardice and lack of pride.
This is what has happened to America. Money means more than hope and dreams. Courage is sneered at and bigotry and oppression are the rage. If we weren't at war the jackals would have started one anyway. There is no better way to repress a people than to kill off the young in wars while manufacturing propaganda and laws to fulfill the propaganda. And these people are always fat cowards and liars.
I'm lucky. Being with the guys today reminded me of how Ethel found me. And how much luckier I am now than I've been in years because this little shy dog found me and wouldn't leave.
I'm lucky because even though I see the hatred that is being sold as tolerance and the grime that our government tells us is sunshine, and when I see base cowardice promoted as heroism from snapping jackals who could never stand up in a fight, I still like people. But sometimes I think, maybe, I like dogs better.

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