The code words to prove you are not robot. The first spells the name of an elderly woman we were fond of in our meditation center, Analise. I learned she passed away a few weeks ago. That's when I learned it. She was out in Seattle then. She was a dear woman.
I have a case worker who is a very young woman, to me, anyway, 32 years old. I feel bias from her. The lazy hippie bias, the old man bias. She hits me with some real right wing stuff sometimes. I was wearing a Kerry for President hat, a knit hat I had that was good for the cold weather of the time. I had to hear about Iraq and voting straight Democrat. Don't do that. Give the GOP a chance. Be an Independant. That's what she was. She's an authority, too. She's my Case Worker. I hardly know her full authority. I think she can kick me out of the shelter, which I keep wanting to call fallout rather than homeless. Something subconscious. It's a subtle thing.
When you speak of these 2 people, man and woman in the lessons, it has always been like they were a couple or a relationship, not just any 2 people. Now I am going toward any 2. Certainly I can go on for half an hour about what my case worker says and of course the things she wants me to do. She wants me to get a job. As if they were out there and it was just a matter of lifting them up and putting them on your back. I feel like such a lazy old donkey not getting out there and getting them.
I am reading this book of Michael Moore's and he turns my mind toward not accepting this as the way things should be. His book, Here Comes Trouble, reading it, is, I guess an act of laziness because I could be out there pounding the pavement, as they say. I have applied online for decades with no luck. I have gone into stores and gotten applications, too, but it is not the majority of my search. Now, I am without a ride, bus vouchers are available if you want to ask for them, which I don't, but, I have been asked to appear in person and given a form to fill out of the people whom I have asked for work. I am to submit this form to her for her to check. Ain't that cool?
I see her again on Thursday. She's just about 5 feet tall, if that. So, very smart. I suspect her of having an advanced degree, like an M.A. or something. I haven't asked and I suppose it is none of my business. Why does a client ask a thing like that, right? I don't think clioent is what we are called now though. That was in the 80's. I was called a client at the Alachua County Mental Health Clinic where I had some problems with delusions of grandeur and paranoid schizophrenia. Believe it or Not. I even got SSI for that for a year before I couldn't even believe myself I was that nuts.
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