JOBS

I learned today that I didn't get the trainee job with Pima County and yesterday I learned that the higher-paying telephone polling company wasn't hiring just yet. Last week, about Tuesday evening, I think I emotionally quit my current job. I was hoping to take Wednesday off but I felt that I couldn't because I never know how many hours are available. I worked the rest of the week and by Monday, I was determined to take Tuesday off and I did. Today, I feel emotionally better but I know that I've had my fill of telephone polling and the only thing I can do is hang on until another job comes along.

PAUL

At least, I think his name is Paul. Over 2 years ago, I would attend a Wednesday AA meeting at the Mojave House (again, I think this is the name) and I eventually came to lead one of the meetings. I met Paul there and he had drunk so heavily that part of his his started to degenerate. He lived in a nearby subsidized housing complex, along with some other members of the Mojave group.

Perhaps a month ago, I saw him get on the #4 bus near the University and he was looking for a church that provided some help to the homeless. About 2 weeks later, as I was going to catch a bus at Ronstadt, I saw in an alley drinking a 16 oz can of Bud. Finally about a week ago, I saw two female cops speaking with him in front of the McDonald's on Speedway, near Campbell Avenue.

I think I have been remiss in my duties as an AA member and I should at least speak to him and try to find out what his situation is at the moment.