Today marks six months (to the day) since I lost my last job. I've had three interviews in as many weeks, but none of them have amounted to anything. One of the jobs did lead to a job offer, but then I didn't pass their background check. Apparently credit checks are now employers' great equalizer. Never mind that poor pay and unemployment contribute to people getting behind on their bills. Bad credit means one is not trustworthy, so these checks are used to deny employment. Big, theatrical SIGH.
It's also been almost three months since the last time I got out of doors en femme. My therapist has been waiting for me to come back to her dressed, but the opportunity hasn't really presented itself. Next week I might make the effort, if only to see if my makeup can withstand the wicked humidity we get here. I wasn't sure I could last this long, but my ongoing unemployment has altered the limits of everything I feel that I might have to endure.
Not all my news is bad. I was at Apalachee Center a couple of weeks back getting a scrip refilled, and I stepped onto a scale in the nurse's office. I'm down to 185 pounds. That's the lightest I have been since high school. I'm still a tetch over what I should be according to the Body Mass Index, but if I can keep the rest off, a tetch is acceptable.
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