@hollydolly I think she figures it's time for me to "rest," and she knows I don't "need" the money. I can rest when I'm dead...I'll be dead for a long time...and no, I don't
need the money, but I wouldn't mind having it.
Her biggest objection is, of course, the hours. It's getting harder and harder to find jobs, almost to the point of not even being possible to
buy one. Places that might have been possibilities are cutting back hours of current employees and not hiring at all because, let's face it...what's to sell from empty shelves? Heck, even the drive-thru places like McDonald's aren't hiring. I really don't even know if the biscuit bitch job would be a possibility. It's only a maybe because they just can't keep anybody dependable. Dependable would be me. I'm as dependable as church on Sunday.
Being a biscuit bitch means she'd have to get up at 3:30 to take me to work because Uber is "too dangerous" and too expensive. I don't blame her for not wanting to get up at that hour but don't agree that Uber is too dangerous and don't care about too expensive.
All in all, it's past time for me to simply reconcile myself to the fact that there's just not a job in my future.
Anyway, it's morning again and fixing to rain buckets but probably over by noon. I'll think of something to do until then. Goodness! While I was typing, the sky got as dark as the inside of a cow's belly

and it's silent as a tomb...wut wo!