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So I did the unemployment filing thing on the ‘tubes this morning. Any time I have any dealings with the government or institutions like banks, I sort of wig out.

Homer said this morning that I’m the weirdest person she’s ever met when it comes to things giving me the wiggums. I guess that’s true. She thought it was because I don’t like the unfamiliar. I guess that’s partly true but it’s more that anytime I deal with any traditional institution or government entity, I always feel a bit like a criminal for some odd reason.

I’m not but I kind of feel that way. I have no idea why.

Yesterday I was talking to a few other people who are having to do this as well and later today I’m going to help a couple of folks who aren’t computer literate and need to file too. I talked to one guy and he doesn’t type and tried to fill out the paperwork online (no paper actually thus far) at the local library. It kind of freaked him out and asked if I could give him a hand. I told him that I would.

It’s weird, this world of not working but it’s best to be useful and if I can help someone out, I will. I’m a big believer in karma and the Golden Rule so I try to pitch in when I can because I might need some help some day myself.

Jobs around here right now aren’t that plentiful so all of us are looking at our options.

I’d love to elaborate more on this but it is what it is. There really isn’t any way to flower it up.