Twisted Spinster

Hi folks. Here’s the thing — I’m going to be evicted if I can’t pay my rent. My previous plans to get the rent money fell through, and I’m looking at an eviction next week. Now, I know I had said that I’d like to move out of here sooner than the end of my lease next April — but I wasn’t intending to do so quite as soon as this. For one thing, I only have about twenty dollars to my name. I still have no job. I applied for unemployment, but it just kicked in and it’s not enough yet, and I won’t get it in time. I need $705 for this month. If I don’t get it then they’ll charge me another $500 just for the eviction.

So anyway, this is a fundraiser. I realize this is a really great time to ask, but I need something — at least enough to get me out of here if I can’t raise the money to stay. I’d prefer Paypal, because I can get my hands on that money right away — Amazon takes a week to get into my bank account, and I no longer have a week. I don’t even have time to sell my stuff — if I have to move I’ll just have to leave most of it and take what I can fit in my car, which isn’t much.

Added: I’ve decided to set the front page of the blog to just show this post for now. If I end up having to leave/sell my computer/whatever, this site probably won’t be updated for a while.

Thanks to everyone for everything.

twistedspinster AT gmail.com

One more thing: you know what is really annoying about the job market down here? I have my resume up on Careerbuilder and Monster.com and so on. Nowhere on my resume does it say anything about any sales experience. I have no sales experience. I have no sales talent. I don’t want to do sales — I hate sales. But you know what I keep getting? Offer after offer for sales positions. I can’t figure out what I am doing wrong. How does “office/clerical/administrative assistant” translate into “sales person”? Looking for a job in Florida makes me feel like I’ve fallen into another universe.

Update: if you’re bored with my whining coast on over to Rachel’s — she’s just got a proposal of undying love from none other than James Wolcott. (People across the universe: “James who?” Yeah, I know, but I like to help young [I mean old — and no matter how much he drools over Obey-ma he will still be old] and insignificant writers get their fifteen minutes, know what I mean?)