#working class problems

Today I helped a mom feed her hungry kids. They were sitting outside the store with a sign. I remember being that hungry kid, oh I was so hungry. I don't have much, but I do have the memory of being hungry to my core. I bought them some cheese sticks and applesauce pouches, stuff I liked when I was a kid. I'm really proud of that mother. It's incredibly vulnerable asking for help in the way she did, but those kids will be fed. If we can all show up for each other, those kids won't have to know the ache deep in their bellies.

I just got an email mid-shift that the store I work at would be closing for 2 weeks. They’re going to pay us for our scheduled hours still (which they obviously had JUST cut), so it could be much worse. It is much much worse for others, I know. I am still very nervous. But I guess it is out of my hands.

Adulting is when you get paid and then all but $22 go towards bills, and two new tires that you desperately needed. On the plus side I got things paid. Just have to focus on that...

In Monte Carlo and I have never felt such povvo working class relief at finding a Maccas and Starbucks. Feel like I'm spending too much money just walking around here