If California doesn’t get its $7 billion loan, I will have two choices: work for free and hope oneday I get my money. In the meantime, sell my car (if I can), ask my parents to take care of Kanan and then get a ride home from my friend Al, who is a teacher but married to a rich woman who keeps getting richer because the poorer America gets, the more alcohol they drink, thus helping her winery—so I can take care of my son since my parents will have to go to work in the evenings….and thus will go my life.
I can put all integrity aside and join in the race for survival by feeding the alcoholism that is increasing in this nation by going back to my old profession of cocktail waitress.
In the meantime…..is this really happening? Where am I?
2 thoughts on “The Fear of Being a Starving Teacher–(am I serious or is this a satirical commentary?)”
hopefully things won’t come to that! Hey, but at least you could spend the day with Kanan, work at night if you did become a barmaid. 😉
Oh, wow… that wont happen… well hopefully it wont get to that point. what do you mean “is this really happening?”… You should call me…. I am lost… I think?