for, maybe, over a foot. Becky glanced over at a corner, where the shovel sat. Even though she had no place she needed to be - certainly not to any job, since she no longer had one. Over the past month or so, her search was unsuccessful. Place after place, was all the same, they demanded that not only their current employees be properly uploaded, but any "Persons un-uploaded, need not apply - NO exceptions!"
How businesses were managing, Becky couldn't figure. Everywhere, there were signs posted alongside, practically begging for help. The other day, at the grocery store, they were out of - of all things - apples ... what the...??? Guy at the checkout told her something about cdl regs ... yep, you guessed it.
But there was more. Alot more. Not that Becky, or anyone over at church could prove, but, within the past year ... and yeah, old people have been beefing about the lack of work ethic in society ... for how long?? But this latest trend was different, way different. Seriously, if you so much as bought a few groceries, or a bag of salt from the hardware store - and good luck finding that - and were met with so much as a half smile, that was something to remember.
Becky slipped on her other sweater, it was heavier than the blue one. She kept her heat set at 62. She also needed to buy another set or two of long underwear; northland had instead sent her a refund check...you guessed it, they were out of stock, and didn't expect any until mid february - and it didn't profit them to order winter inventory only to, maybe, arrive so late in the season.
Our heroine was cold. She wrapped herself in a nearby throw. While Daisy was spending money and raging bigtime in front of her 3-way - and at her much harried maid - she really didn't have, in order to hold on to escaping vanity... Becky didn't even want to look into the small mirror above her bathroom sink.
A week or so ago, Becky had caught her reflection as she was bending over to pick up her hairbrush. The novelists like using the term "willowy," but that wasn't even worth pretending. Becky looked more like a scare crow. Yes, she had sufficient funds to keep her in necessities for another year - that is, if prices didn't go too high... It was, other than toast, peanut butter, and fruit - if she could find that - not much else stayed down. And if it did, it quarreled.
She finished writing out a check for her electric bill, and put the envelope in her purse. It had arrived in her mailbox earlier, just when the snow was starting to accumulate, and would go in tomorrow's mail. She wasn't going anywhere.
She glanced at the shovel. Yeah, she needed to get out there and atleast shovel her part of the walkway - else, ms.nosey-posey would make a fuss.
Becky's phone rang. She picked up. It was her cousin, the one that ... well, what now ;/ A few moments of small talk, with an agenda thrown in, Becky's ears were about stuffed. She basically interrupted, "I can send you something, but it's not much ..." More of the same-old, same-old coming from the speaker. Becky basically interjected again, "I really can't manage much else, I don't have a job right now."
Upon hearing, what she thought she heard as a response, her eyes widened, her head shook. "Excuse me!" Becky exclaimed. Cousin repeated the statement, as if the conversation focused upon who would win the stanley cup, or whatever. "NO, i 'should've' not...LOOK, i'm sorry you're having issues..." (There was no point in any i-told-you-so elaborations.) The call lasted, maybe, a minute longer, but that was it. Dear Reader, you know how it goes - with some people it's all too seldom enough, and usually someone else's fault.
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