Uh...I don't think this club is going to be much fun. I get to sit in a tiny room from 8:45 AM until 3:00 PM and listen to this old man talk about getting a job.
Of course I want to get a job, or I wouldn't be here, right? It seems that this club is mandatory for incoming welfare moms, (welfare people? Where are the welfare dads?) and some of the others seem upset that they had no choice to be here.
I look ridiculous. Well, I actually look pretty good, but I certainly feel silly. I was told I had to be dressed "interview-ready". So I am wearing my black top and my new Old Navy white peasant skirt, small black heels, and an adorable black and white scarf. I am interview ready!!
But the other girls must be interviewing at, um, other places, because they got to all wear jeans and flip-flops. Not fair!
About Me
- Brokemom
- California, United States
- Once Upon A Time, I was a Welfare Mommy. I put myself through college and became a Welfare Worker, all while keeping my sardonic sense of humor in check. Then I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, quit my job, and now stay at home and raise three kids, ages 17, 13, and 6. I can cook but can't "throw something together", I want to clean but procrastinate, but most of all I want to find myself.
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