I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Well, my friends, I'm at a emotional loss, right now.

My government check didn't arrive, as it was supposed to. It appears it may have been stolen, as the stinking postman put my mail in the open basket under my mail box, which is meant for newspapers and large packages. He left the mail there, in plain sight of my less than honest neighbours, to be lifted at the first opportunity.

I can't reach social security---they go home at 4pm, and stop answering their phones, long before that.

I...I don't know. I'm at a crossroads. If I don't pay this months and last month's rent by the 20th, I WILL be homeless.

I don't know what to do, right now. I'm shaking, I'm so scared. I sick of this! I'm so tired of having the rug pulled out from under me, all the time. I don't think I can do this, anymore. I don't know...

I can't get direct deposit, because I haven't been able to finish paying the overdraft at my other bank--and when you owe money at one bank, you cannot open an account at any other bank, anywhere. And, there's no one to open an account for me. My sister--tho' I love her--is utterly useless. The only time, mostly, that she knows I'm alive, is either when she wants something, or if she just happens to be feeling nostalgic for the family life she's shunned for the past 30 years...which happens about every 8 or 9 months, or so, of late.

My life is just one big series of little ups and big downs with lots of empty space in-between. That's me, in a nutshell.

I feel foolish admiting this, but I wish I had someone to take care of me, because right at this moment, I really don't give much of a damn about myself, any longer.

Hi,

Only have got 7 minutes---what to write?

Well, my cold has gone into my chest, my dears, and talking is still a difficult issue---fortunately, we're training on new call centre software today, so my phone time is at a minimum. I sound like I've been gargling with a combination of pepples and ground glass, though, and some of my calls are having a hard time understanding me.

Well, I simply must get a mobile or something. That was brought home last night, when I woke at 2am, so congested, I had a slightly distressing few minutes when I couldn't barely draw a breath. My next door neighbour, across the hall, had to get rid of his phone and internet service, as well (a lot of working poor in my building) so if I need an ambulance in the night, I'd have to literally go downstairs, outside, and start pounding on doors and hope someone answers--which is only 50% likely, in this part of the globle.

I spent most of Sunday resting. Wrote a few more chapters in the Doctor Who story I'm messing about with. I just had him teleporting into a small plane that was threatening the London Eye--and saving the day, of course. I'll probably never publish this, but it's giving me something to do, at any rate.

Well, 3 feet of snow on the ground here, but temps are getting somewhat more springlike, this week.

Have a great day, all. Cheers, Nancy G.