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Unemployment Compensation

Please enter any additional information which you feel may affect your eligibility for unemployment compensation. Your response will only be recorded for approximately 110 lines or 8,000 characters. Anything typed after this maximum has been reached will not be saved or submitted. (Optional)  I worked as a server here and stayed during last summer to get training because it was slow. This year I need lots of money. Last summer (because it was slow) I picked up work as an emcee on a gig by gig basis. Summer is fast with them and slow with Ki Ramen. I tried to add more gigs to show my availability and get more when the ramen season was slow. For one week I was sick in January of this year. I tried to work that Friday. Couldn't make it up the stairs. A week off. A few days off a week after that for gigs. A week off for gigs a week after that week. A week off EVERY month it seems for a trip. I came back and my performance took a very small hit. I forgot to mop the floor right. T...

Trust: Complete

Bet I don't trust people who say "I put that on my mama." It's weak. A cop-out. I can put anything on anyone in the world as long as it ain't me. Put your own life on it.  These past holiday weekends summed it up best. I'm with my oldest friends in the entire world. I'm seeing almost everyone I've needed to mend issues with and talked to a few who I couldn't. The year, which was a roller coaster ride of emotions and changes, was looking to end on a high note. All was right in the world.  One particular night with my brothers over the holiday, I'm discussing bets I made years prior with people we all know collectively. "Pay me my money!" The rant was long and epic but if you ask the those who were there, the only thing I wanted was what was owed. We laughed and laughed at the ideas being expressed but the only one that was important was "Pay me my money!" I owe people money. A lot people. People in part...

Trust 3

Boyfriend NYE 2019. Or is it 18? Which year do we say? The present year or the coming year? I hate when twitter hashtags become your encyclopedia. None of that matters now. I'm in my room crying for the first time in years. Balling. Big baby bitch tears. I crafted a letter to my first boyfriend. We weren't fucking. We aren't even gay. He was just my boyfriend. He would take me around town and country and expose me to things I'd never seen before. I was always with him. He loved me and I loved him. He was my boyfriend.  I hated him. He made me do things I didn't want to do. Comedy being one of them. I was there when he started his comedy career. Not like when he first told a joke and people around him laughed but I was there the first time he went on stage. He killed. I think. Or who knows. He took me to so many comedy clubs it was hard to count. And club after bar after hall he would fight and be irrational and be charming and hilarious, honest, outgoing ...

Trust 2

Reality Check I love capitalism. At least the idea. "Pay what you owe." Well what I do owe. I owe whatever you're willing to sell this for at the agreed price for which I'm willing to buy this for barring any coercion or straight lies. This what I do everyday as a server. When a patron comes to the restaurant they are expecting what they expect from either a place like this, the presentation/placement of the venue and usually equate price with quality from there. With me I'm expected to know how to serve a variety of different people with varying preferences, know the menu, know what to do what when, where things go, be prompt and know how to make people feel comfortable eating.  So how do customers know what they are about to pay for? Here comes the internet. You can see reviews from dozens, hundreds, and thousands of people on any of the concerns you have, see the menu and even see pictures of the items and the venue on dozens of apps, websites and pa...

Trust

Bet I don't trust people who say "I put that on my mama." It's weak. A cop-out. I can put anything on anyone in the world as long as it ain't me. Put your own life on it.  These past holiday weekends summed it up best. I'm with my oldest friends in the entire world. I'm seeing almost everyone I've needed to mend issues with and talked to a few who I couldn't. The year, which was a roller coaster ride of emotions and changes, was looking to end on a high note. All was right in the world.  One particular night with my brothers over the holiday, I'm discussing bets I made years prior with people we all know collectively. "Pay me my money!" The rant was long and epic but if you ask the those who were there, the only thing I wanted was what was owed. We laughed and laughed at the ideas being expressed but the only one that was important was "Pay me my money!" I owe people money. A lot people. People in part...

Room

I have no discipline. Just now I made myself type "discipline" over and over until I could 1. not look at the keys 2. make myself memorize how to spell "discipline" (which I ruined just then three times) so that I can 3. learn to type as fast as I think and ultimately think better in the process. Hi. This is Hi, Thoughts. You are looking into the brain of a man who doesn't even know if he's real. Right now I'm able to type this with some comfort knowing that my clothes are in the washer and I've developed a pile of new clothes for the second wash. I'm cleaning my room. I'm also cleaning house. It's Friday December 28th, 2018 but to me it feels like fucking Christmas. Everyday that I wake up I feel like I'm fixing myself. Fine tuning. Like I'm updating my operating system. Today I fixed a few things. Right now I'm cleaning my room. I have clothes everywhere and I'm not comfortable. I want to turn my car into my room so ...

Story Time

I'm listening to music in my car and I realize that driving in my car, high, with nothing to do, unlimited time and resources, on an open road, with a magnificent vehicle that responds to your every whim is my ultimate dreamworld. I'm realizing that the tire treads on my car are almost gone and even before then something else was wrong with my car and I never felt the car fully had control like my last car but it's faster but uncontrollable speed is useless so I haven't opened it up and... Fuck it. So an hour and a half before my flight, an entire hour and a half after when I would normally arive, I decided to take a half hour speed trip. I go on the road and I realize a few things. 1. Driving is immensely fun. As long as your vehicle is in excellent condition and the weather is right, everyone on the road understands the rules, driving is the most fun you can have. 2. I am constantly pushing my boundaries but there's more for me to go. I am still afraid of ...