Displaced
So yeah, the vehicle I've been living in - and let's not forget how someone I don't even really know hooked me up with it - was towed. I was on the fringes of the parking lot at a Walmart and cops showed up pretty heavily pretty quickly. Not for me specifically, but there were a good number of us camping out in mobile homes, cars/trucks, and tents under the trees in the corner of the parking lot. Most of us had warrants or expired registrations or some other dumb thing. I didn't get arrested, as I've not got anything like that, thank fuck.
But.
My home got towed.
Thankfully, I was allowed to grab most of my shit before they towed it off. But there it went. I sent a message to the mutual who helped me out with it but haven't heard back yet. I feel so bad.
The singular dude who didn't get cited or arrested in the Walmart parking lot offered me space in the back of his trailer for my shit. I've got like three suitcases or so worth - plus a backpack, not a ton, but not easy in smaller vehicles or vehicles without trunks/etc. He's staying in the area for "about a month", so that's what I'm working with for more permanent storage/usage for my stuff. He's pretty good at his parking and lot picks, it seems, and his mobile home trailer is super nice. I feel like I'm unwittingly signed up for a horror movie, though.
Had to leave most of my food behind, it wasn't in my cooler. That hurt. I need to get a cooler. On wheels.
We just parked in a Fleet Farm parking lot, IDK if it's like this everywhere, but Fleet Farm has even bigger parking lots than Walmart, like, what the fuck. Like, soooooo much land being wasted. Unless they have like thirty thousand shoppers at 2pm on a Thursday, wow. Madness.
I locked in another interview for Monday, before I start the new gig on Tuesday. It's at Jimmie Johns and fuck that dude, but I need money. And it's all a buncha weird colored hair, tattoos, music, and crew. I think even just a couple of shifts now and again would be fun.
I'm so heartbroken though, it's really rough to have to get up and face this shit. I think I get a leg up and both legs are pulled under from me, almost instantly. I don't have my dog anymore. This wi-fi ain't forever. Government phone is clutch but data is garbage.
Had to spend the last $30 I had to my name on pants for work, because apparently even though no one sees you below your waist, you still need to have fancy pants on, like, wtf timeline are we living in.