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Thankful November 18th

Kawanee Hamilton

It’s Saturday. I was awakened with the grim news that, no… our checks once again have not shown up. Kinda hard way to start the day and find something to be thankful for, especially when the news sparks an argument between household members. People wanting something done when there’s nothing that can be done and then getting angry at the wrong people.

Scott’s grandma offered to help. I didn’t want to take the offer but with rent needing to be paid and 10 hr workdays starting Monday, making it impossible to get to a bank even if the checks did come in, I took her up on it.

I am thankful for Scott’s grandma helping us out.
I am thankful for caffeine… without it, I would’ve had an even worse headache. I know it’s tension and some of it was relieved by paying rent and internet.
I’m thankful that we got a few groceries.

My plans for the weekend are shot to hell, and so much for getting caught up and getting dress clothes for work, groceries, and whatnots. We will be okay. If the checks aren’t here Monday I am going to cause a scene at work.

When a company says payday is the 17th… I expect to be paid on that day. Not the 18th, not the 19, and certainly not the 21st. Who the heck sends payroll checks in the dang mail anymore? They should have been sent to the site and handed out on Friday like every other company.

I’m thankful for all the offers of help.

~Your nettled,
Kawanee

 

Published by Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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