Well, I had been feeling good and optimistic about a job prospect for which I had a second interview last week. Then this morning I got the “thanks but no thanks” letter from the employer. And while I guess I should be at least grateful to not have been ghosted like I have been so many times in the past 11 months, it’s very hard not to feel like like the proverbial “light at the end of the tunnel” has been snuffed out altogether now. At least getting hit by a train would have been quick and painless.
Since I’ve moved back to Montreal I’ve lived in a place where homeless people congregate, because the complex used to host an emergency homeless shelter during the COVID crisis. Since it’s a public place, people know they can hang out here (outside the complex) without being constantly hassled by security guards. I see them every day. I see them get very old, very quickly. Just hanging out here drinking and doing drugs because they have literally nothing else to do. I’ve written about it on my blog before, it’s very sad.
But now it’s dawning on me that I could end up part of that crowd. I’m running out of money for the necessities — rent, food, communications. At least, with the laws protecting renters here I know that it’ll take a while before I find myself on the street. But I also know I can’t survive there. Do I have a contingency plan? Sure, but let’s just say that at this point it involves writing a will.
So how’s your Tuesday going?