That's not my faucet. That's my bank account getting dripped dry.
No hours at one job. Several attempts made to contact them, and no word back on the new position.
Only one day per week at the other job. Barely enough to cover gas and maybe one bill. I have to fight to regain the hours I lost when I had to sacrifice days on my availability to work at the lounge.
My account's nearly at zero. My car's nearly empty. And the seconds that tick by get more and more painful.
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