Or in plain terms, how to clean out your closet. -EL
note to self: answer your damn phone from now until you find a job. put that shit on the loudest ring level. i promise it will be okay.
*growing up i learned to stop answering the phone because i didn’t want to tell the collections people that my mom wasn’t home. they would call at different times of the day, and some of them would be like, “what do you mean you don’t know when your mom will be home?” it was actually a pretty shitty experience —- not the part about telling them my mom’s not home, but they made me feel shitty that my mom wasn’t home. because i thought it was ok that my mom wasn’t home. she was working so we could pay rent and eat. she even lived in the same house i did, even though i didn’t see her that often. it was much better than her being a thousand miles away. and the bill collector invalidated that small joy with just one phrase. so, i stopped answering the phone.
but now i need a job! bill collectors aren’t calling me! job offers, fool! JOB!
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