This is the "my life is a god damned mess" thread in contrast to the "today kind of sucked" thread, right?
Well
I'm broke. I'm pretty sure we all know that by now. I sleep on the floor in the living room of my mother's apartment. We get Section 8 housing assistance.
Well, we did. We won't anymore as of April.
So I need to move, before the end of March.
Now remember, I have a job now. I wash dishes, because of a bad call made by someone with no stake in the effects of his judgment. This was back in August. For five months+ I've been waiting for a promotion back to the line where I started, or at least to anything that isn't washing dishes. Excuses have included that the dishpit is too understaffed to move anyone out of it, it's the holidays and we're too busy to hire or train anyone, or whatever else is topical.
So they just hired a guy to work prep, and I had to train him his first day. That's right, I'm good enough to train the new guy (who actually needed a tutorial on how to hold a knife), but not so good that they don't need to hire a new guy. Anyway, they hired a new prep guy to replace another prep cook moving up to the line.
I checked the schedule for work next week. Not only am I still stuck washing dishes every shift...
...they cut my hours, too.
Welp, time to do something recklessly stupid out of desperation.