Robo Hobo Homo #098

There is a game store here. I may have mentioned it before. They were playing Friday Night Magic. I wandered in and asked about Journey into Nyx. It's out. It was so weird not knowing, after being plugged into the Magic news machine while I was plugged in.

Troy from the shelter flagged me down. He spotted me from a block away. It's my curse that my taste in jackets is so distinctive. It was thirty minutes until the Purgatory Shelter curfew and he thought that I might have a ride back. He was disappointed that I didn't, but he either found a way back or didn't get caught.

While I was walking, I thought about my schedule, what I'd need money to pay for. If I could get an apartment of my own. If I even wanted to live alone. What would the appointment at the Mental Health Center be like on Wednesday? It was all a bit scary, to be honest.

I would eventually gave up wandering and sat inside of the not-a-mall building that my work is in. Then it occurred to me that I was thinking weeks in advance instead of just days. I took it as a good sign and headed into work.

Robo Hobo Homo #066

I did some landscaping because it needed doing. We're shorthanded. Actually, I should have a person doing dishes with me in the evenings. We just lost six slots of lobby duty, about twelve hours for the week gone from the schedule. I picked up two hours for Friday, and I might have to pick up more if no one else does. Picking up a shift tonight, Thursday, was right out; I have a job interview tomorrow.

Oh, yeah, about that. The plan was that after Eric and I got our bus passes (fingers crossed), I could fall out out to the local help get people employed office to, amongst other reasons, print out a resume. There's a game store downtown. I can't even tell you the name. Partially because everything I write about here is hidden behind a really, really thin veil of pseudonyms, but mostly because the name is hilariously bad.

The store looks cool though, but then a Hill Giant looks good to a Magic: the Gathering player who hasn't shuffled up a deck in as long as I have.