Off to the races

   Well, I got another job. A legit one now. So sqrew the disability. I can't just keep sitting around in a shelter while playing the government game of getting disability. I never did like dealing with the government. It's too frustrating.
  I called the guy for the job called last night and I met him this morning. It seems pretty good so far. It's a big company that has lots of work. He said he could keep me busy 6 days a week if I wanted. They have all the tools, so I don't need to worry about that.
   I will have to get deductions from my pay, and pay taxes. That's alright because it will help with my pension. So overall I'm happy. I think this will be good. I'll have steady work, and I can stay at the shelter until I have enough money to get a place.
   At the shelter I don't have to pay for food, rent, or bills. Perhaps stay there for the summer and then get a nice place. I don't even have to live in Toronto. I could live somewhere that the rents are cheaper and take the Go train to Toronto. Work starts at 8 or 9 the guy said, so that's good for the train time. Leaves me lots of room. Yahoooo!! I think this is good.
    I was at the club today doing cleaning. Man, so much to do from just taking a day off. Then some drunk guy shit all over a washroom I just cleaned up. All the guys in the were yelling about it. I could see the staff didn't know what to say. I came in and looked and just decided to get to work and clean it up. It didn't bother me that much. I know the guy is a sick person. He's an alcoholic that is dying.
     I've had kids before and when it comes to shit I've learned to just shut off my head and emotions, breath through your mouth, and just do what needs to be done. I had to wash my father one time when he was older and soiled himself. You just do what you have to do.
     So, that's my day so far. I went to my meeting last night. It was good, and I'm glad I went. I know that's where I belong. Thank you, Lord.