MaterDomenici said:Now, I care for little people and ship CD orders.
I thought you meant you took care of midgets, ha ha.
Job-wise, I am in the position of Dulcamara. I was an English major at UCLA and dropped out with three years of credits. Then I was an aspiring screenwriter and director and lived off my parents. Then after I realized I'd have to sell my soul to get a film made, and I converted to Catholicism, I was going to go to seminary before falling afoul of CMRI because I'm not teaching NFP.
Now I am 33 and have never had a job. This should make it pretty difficult to find one, to say the least. I'm like the Wolf Boy who grew up in a cave and must readjust to "society," such as it is.
I'm going to start looking and I'll take whatever I can get that isn't immoral. I don't expect anything that matches my specialty, which is writing -- I'll work sales, farming, in a factory, dog-walking, whatever. I don't really need the money, but as a Catholic it doesn't feel right to sit around.