Robo Hobo Homo #025

So I have this computer. I try to stay productive even when I'm not connected to the internet. I can save webpages with job applications from Craigslist or wherever and I can craft resumes and write cover letters for it while I'm offline. Once I get to the library or wherever, I can pop 'em over, give them a fresh review, and send them off.

I can also write stuff like this, create game plans, or think up articles to write for sites that pay for blind submissions. I keep busy on this little guy.

It was a gift from a friend and it is a monster computer. It's just really big. Super-big. Way faster than my last laptop too. I loves it, despite the damage it's suffered.

So I'm really concerned when this guy, Palestine (Pally for short) walks buy and just assumes I want to sell it. He did it twice. We haven't even been formally introduced to one another.

Yeah, he's kind of a bravo. Anyway, I mention very clearly that it doesn't work well—to cut down on his interest—and he mentions with a smile that he knows a guy who can fix it.

I don't want to assume that homeless people are thieves. I mean, I am homeless people. Being homeless takes a certain amount of trust though. If everything you own can be picked up by you, then everything you own can be picked up by someone else. It's something I'm very aware of.

I'm also aware of how important a computer that has all of my resumes, my cover letters, my bookmarks for jobs, my signed in internet accounts, my DD214, lists of references, detailed work history, and all of my gay erotica is to me.

The answer is very.

It finally got resolved today—I'm doing a rough draft of Robo Hobo Homo blogs #1-25 on my first Sunday here—when he mentioned it again and I reemphasized in strong language that it barely functioned as I conspicuously put it into my backpack.

A few minutes later he approached me and said he didn't mean to make me uncomfortable or to leave me with the impression that he might steal my laptop. It was nice of him and I do feel a bit better, but my mind is far from at ease over it all.