that was what i was told when i finally contacted unemployment today.
some black ghetto hoe without a care in the world.
i could hear the neck rolling from the other line.
i bet if she was in my shoes,
she would be cursing up a storm.
all morning i’ve been trying to reach the main office.
the “800” joint.
trying to speak to a human and nothing.
they tell me they’ll call me back at a later time,
but every time slot is unavailable.
you know how many times it hung up on me on purpose?
i finally reached someone at the harlem branch,
hoping they could help me…
“did you contact someone at da main number?”
“well you pose tah call dem to let dem know you going out of state to look for work.”
“i didn’t know that.”
“well i’m tellin you.
its in da handbook.
did you not read da handbook?”
“i didn’t even receive a handbook.
how could i even contact someone if the main number isn’t even picking up my call now?”
“well you ain’t gon get anyone from a florida number i know dat.”
“i’m calling from my new york cell phone.”
“…*silence* well i’m sorry deres nothing i can do.”
thats when i wanted to throw my phone.
i imagined me throwing it at her.
“is there anyone i can talk too?
someone who will listen to what i have to say?
i am stuck here,
i have to pay my rent,
and i have no money.”
“well dats not my issue sir.
you should have taught of dat when you left without contacting us.”
“who was i suppose to talk to?????????
especially if the phone was not answering?????”
“…*more silence* look would you like to speak to da supervisor?”
“well her name is mrs. torres.
she is out to lunch and won’t be back until 230pm.
i can transfer you.”
…before i could say anything else,
she hung up.
i’m actually leaving florida on the 8th.
so that means 2 weeks without any money?
this is just fuckin’ great.
not to mention left decides to start shit with me while i’m battling her.
jesus be a knight and shining rescue ranger for my life.
lowkey: so this rude bitch got a job,
but im unemployed?