Jay was leaning against the fence in front of the church on Broadway, holding out a plastic coffee cup, asking for change. He was in socked feet and blue booties, the kind that would wrap around a cast or a sprained ankle. He was standing on a thin piece of styrofoam, and had a shopping bag and a backpack on the ground text to him. I stopped and said, hello, and he smiled a huge smile that I wasn’t expecting.
What’s your 1 thing 2 do?
It was the last night of business for the restaurant, it was closing after a few years. A waitress had told a pair of lunch patrons the week before that the building needed a lot of expensive repairs, that the owners weren’t able to undertake them. A sign outside said, Thank you for dining with us, We will miss you.
Did the host have a new job yet? He did not. He’d been trying, but Thanksgiving was coming up, not the best time to be job seeking … Could he collect unemployment? He could not–he’d been working off the books, “mostly.” But the owners had told them a month in advance, the best you could get from a restaurant, he said. He’d shown up to locked doors before, and that’s how he found out he no longer had a job.
When my grandfather died, the family was shocked to discover he had left a considerable amount of money behind.
1 thing 2 do.
FROM: R TO: LOGAN SUBJECT: HELP
This past Friday, I was offered a six-month contract position working for employer X. The conversation started out with: “Are you interested in this being part-time or full-time?” meaning they were flexible on the hours that could be worked, and I said that I’m interested in full-time only so long as it has the possibility of leading to a full-time, salaried job. There will be two full-time, salaried jobs opening up in 3-5 months, which she made a point to mention, though she also said of course that she obviously can’t guarantee that I’d get it. So we talked about it, and the hiring manager said she would draft a contract and send it my way early this week, like today or tomorrow. She sounded excited about it. And I should probably also mention that they are voluntarily paying me a little bit more than the rate I asked for (actual amount unclear until I see the contract). So I kind of verbally said yes, but did not say “I accept” or sign anything, as I haven’t seen the contract yet.
THEN: This morning I found out I am have a final interview for a full-time, salaried position with employer Y that I would very much want. The interview is tomorrow, but I suspect they wouldn’t be able to let me know their final decision until next week, or possibly Dec 1. I plan to let them know that I have another offer and hopefully ask them if they might be able to let me know by next week (right? this gives me anxiety about pressuring them, but I kind of have to).
WHAT SHOULD I TELL EMPLOYER X??? I have to tell them about this situation, right?
Action shot. Mr Biscuit, mid-swat. What is he swatting at? Is it a thought bubble, his own, saying, “You can’t, you can’t” …. ? Or perhaps it’s coming from a foe, a mouse maybe, or a bit of string. “You can’t, you can’t.” Swipe that naysaying down, Mr. B! Get it out of here! There is no self hatred or hatred of others in these parts! No low self-esteem! You are Mr. Biscuit! You exist! You can and you will.
photo by william foster
1 thing 2 do.
Do you enjoy crying? Or reading really strong women reflect on the most painful moments of their lives? Here are some things to read: Ariel Levy on miscarrying in Mongolia in the New Yorker; Kate Suddes on grieving her stillborn baby at Cup of Jo; women on the stories of their abortions in New York—some women regret it; some women are thankful for it; some women were unfazed by it; many women faced incredible obstacles and incredible costs. (“The public university where we teach offers insurance affiliated with a Catholic hospital. We had to submit our case before an ethics committee of priests who would decide if insurance would pay. Otherwise, the procedure would cost us $25,000. The priests decided I had to deliver the baby. I was so upset I couldn’t talk. Later it turned out the state would cover it.”)
That thing that thing that thinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng.
So you wanna run a 5K.
ADULT WOMAN: “I haven’t been to therapy in a month and I need to go and I want to go but I haven’t done the one thing she told me to do, so I can’t go.”
ME (also an adult woman): “What’d she tell you to do?”
ME: “But I thought you got an accountant?”
AW: “I did but she wants me to do this thing I’m not going to do so I can’t talk to her so I can’t do my taxes.”
Logan’s bathtub wouldn’t drain. So she turned to Google.