I got what I think is good news. I got a PO box since I can’t really trust the hotel for mail, and I received a check. I sold some software I’d been holding onto for years. I couldn’t run the software because it runs on windows and I don’t have windows any more. I was holding it in the hopes that I’d get another copy. I sold the software, but the check bounced on me.
He assured me it was a mistake and sent me a check. I’m out of food stamps, money, and food. If the check clears I can buy breakfast, and more importantly, I can pay for another 30 days at the hotel. The 30 days I’m on ends on the 2nd, so that’s Tuesday.
If the check doesn’t clear, I will go with the plan that I had yesterday. Although my monthly disability payment doesn’t cover the expense of this hotel, it’s enough to cover a supply unit. I would attempt to put up the first episode between now and the 2nd, and then bring my computer to the supply unit on Tuesday. It’s risky because stuff does get damaged in there.
The Salvation Army is frequently full, but I’d stay some nights there. The big improvement that I would have at that point is that although I’d be homeless, I could use the money I’m not using on rent for decent food.
Since I don’t have a bank account any more, I’ve had to find the location of a bank that the check is drawn on which was more difficult than you might think. When I looked up the bank, it listed a bunch of locations with access hours, and the listing failed to mention that those access hours include drive up, and most of the banks are in fact only drive-thru banks which I cannot use. I tried to find out by phoning, but none of them answer their phones any more.
Earlier this morning I walked to one of the drive-thru banks and pounded on the door, and got them to give me a location that will do me the honour of letting me in the lobby. They open at 9 am. That’s when I will find out if the check is going to clear.
It’s been a weird weekend. I was able to keep right on working on the episode for a long time, even as the hunger got worse. I’m afraid of being kicked out on the street. When I saw the check in the mail, I felt kind of numb. I hated myself, because I hadn’t been able to get any work done at all that day. I usually don’t allow that to happen.
I leave for the bank in about twenty minutes.
The story I’m working on is called The View from Space. Maybe when I bother to make posts like this one I should call them the view from the gutter. I think it works.