So…

I’ve blawged about Workforce and how they treated me, a homeless man, as a lower class citizen. And why not? The homeless are scum, a scourge upon America, the keepers of the keys to the gates of hell. Fuck ‘em. And fuck me for trying to change my class among a hierarchy set and complete and who the fuck are you anyway Father Luke Miljevich?

So here’s where we are at:
One day Workforce Connection sneered at me and told me to scram. My rightful place is at the bottom of the food chain, so why make waves, eh Bub?

There is a game I like to play which goes like this: Surrender to the highest idea. The rules are very simple – if a better idea comes along go with it. It’s sort of like trying to hold onto the truth. You can’t really hold onto the truth because there is always another truth. Oh, a thing is itself, sure. A table is a table until you pick it up and throw it into the bay and then float on it. Then the table is a raft.

How does all this apply to Workforce and driving a truck? Who cares. It was fun to write. But watch this…

If you read the last letter I’d sent to the Governor, you will have a pretty good reckoning as to the course of events.

Here’s a summation:

1. I heard from a truck driving school that Workforce Connection offered financial help for low income people
2. I applied at Workforce – they laughed at me and told me to go suck a rope
3. I laughed back at them and flatly stated they would end up sucking the rope after I was done with them
4. Workforce invited me to participate in their program
5. I wrote to The Governor of California wheedling him about the Workforce Connection offices in Fresno. (wheedling means teasing and flattering.)
6. Friends started a letter writing campaign to California’s Governor on my behalf
7. I heard back from the Governor’s Office asking me to send details, case numbers, etc.
8. Workforce gives me monthly bus passes and gave me 85 dollars to get my eyes checked and buy reading glasses
9. Workforce tried to get me some clothes from an outfitter called Catholic Charities in Fresno. Another joke. Come back the third thursday of the 53rd week of the year with your brown nose on and don’t try and ask for food, we’re too fat to share any of that with you, you skinny-ass homeless fucker
10. I’ve used Workforce’s Fax machine to fax resumes to prospective employees
11. Still no word from the Governor. This is an election year, after all

Well. I am scheduled to meet with Workforce Connection to see what they can do about getting me a scholarship to a local truck driving school.

Persistence alone is omnipotent, I’ve been told. Persistent I am. Especially when it comes to being bored, having time on my hands and with the potential of earning my way off the gravy train to hell.

The last few months I’ve been working to earn the money required to go to Truck Driving School. Dig this: If The Government pays for my schooling at the Truck Schools locally then the Government pays $4000. If I pay cash, through money I have earned working the last few months then I pay only $1500.

And this isn’t state money, man. This is Federal money. Fifty States in the Union with Workforce Connections in many, many cities in every state and each paying 100 lucky winners per office each year $4000 for something the schools charge individuals $1500 for.

You do the math, man. I’m a word guy.

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Okay,
Father Luke