Times are bad ... Everywhere.
My house is no exception.
Every night, for the last 20 years, I make a point to watch the evening news. Lately though, I just can't bear to. I'm so tired of the "Economy Crisis," of hearing "The jobless rate is at the highest it's been since the great depression." All I can think of are the people from the HBO program Carnivale.
The show took place during the depression, in the dustbowl. People were just dead ass broke, and things were horrid. That's what these times remind me of.
Tonight I saw a woman who used to come to my karaoke show, and I asked her where she's been. She said her husband's hours got cut down to 28 per week, and they just couldn't afford to go out anymore. I can relate.
Things around here are stretched to the limit. MW isn't earning a dime, and I've still got my brother to support.
No matter how much money a person makes; when you're trying to maintain two households, it just doesn't work.
I shouldn't be so down. At least I do have a job - and a very good one. I know this thing with my brother isn't forever (but it feels like it), and MW isn't my problem. Sooner or later, he's going to have to put up or get out. Things will get better, but in the meantime, I'm the only person I know earning six figures who can't make ends meet. It sucks out loud.
