"You don't look too enthused," Rosa said as I walked in my door after an afternoon of job hunting.
"It's this small town," I said. "The only jobs are fast food. McDonald's is hiring. I wish I lived in Atlanta then I could go to temp agencies."
"Your mom came by," Rosa told me. "She brought you a new cordless phone. I hooked it up."
I walked into my computer room and it was a nice phone. My old phone was from the seventies and on its last leg.
"I think I just need to stick with Vocational Rehabilitation," I told Rosa as I then stood at the fridge drinking a glass of milk. "They will place me in a job and their jobs will be more forgiving of a person with a disability."
"Are you going to drive down there?"
"Monday," I replied. "I will drive down after the noon AA meeting in Lagrange."
"I am coming with you," Rosa told me.
I don't ever remember having such a hard time finding a job. I used to could get hired at the first place I walked into. Now? They see that huge gap in my employment history and it sends up red flags. Sadly, most people are ignorant of disability and what it entails, and think of it as being on welfare. Disability is not welfare!