Tuesday dear Tuesday,
Why has thou forsaken me?
So its 7:41 am
I woke up with hope on my mind.
Yesterday I took my normal commute only to find that the next 2 buses that I needed would not be coming. (Insert shock and awe 😰)
Oh yes, the bus drivers decided to strike. I know. I can’t believe it either.
Considering this is literally like the 6th time,this year my patience is a bit low right now.
Scrabbling to figure out how to save my job and any hopes of having a place of our own. I look for secondary options.
I’m down to getting a lyft for tomorrow and maybe even the rest of the week.
I’m normally down for a good cause, but if I can be Frank and today I will be. I’m a little peeved at this whole trip to California. I’m not giving up on it yet though. There’s still hope that things will get better here.
Since I have another unexpected day off I guess I’ll enjoy it. There’s no use crying over spilled milk.
C. L Cunningham
Positively pushing forward