Archive for August, 2011

lets see if I can pick up a job in valdosta before waycross


Since last friday I’ve been in Valdosta Georgia seeking jobs staying in a shelter. After losing my wallet I met up with a group of people in Tifton GA, reclaimed my ID and started thinking of a plan with Randle. We will keep moving, hoping someone will help us, those of us that can to work, and increase our numbers. Strength in numbers and keep traveling town to town. Read more in post “Plan B” In the last week We’ve stayed at the salvation army, checking in at nights. During the day I go to the library, job seek and talk to “the locals”
Jobs I’ve Applied (I do have an Associates Degree from college and physically capable):
Dollar Tree Milissa
Blazers Tavern
Club Paradise
Knights of Columbus
Vintage Clothing
Kangaroo
Chevron Peter and Laura
Nursing home
General Dollar Beth
Gate Gas Station
Chocolate store
fudge store
Cracker Barrel
 Dairy Queen
Animal Hospital
YMCA
Jims gym
Discount Grocery
McDonnalds
Wendys
Farm
JC Penny
Wall Mart
Staples
Days Inn
Dennys
Cash Advance
House INN restaurant
Cup cake
Bakery
Fruit and Wine
KMART
Hilton
Food lion
Duncan Donuts
Office Max
Marchals
Starbucks
Dominos
Better World Books
Fed EX
UPS
TD Bank
Regions bank
Colony Bank
Bank of Valdosta
Parking Meter personal with Energy corp
Sears
Movie Theater
 *I really did bust my but this week and I had two interviews with a gas station and the movie theater! Waiting for the call backs… maybe I should follow up. If I get hired I’ll stay here and get an apartment, if not I will continue with Randle to Waycross.
Dwight and Dave are doing good they’ve been camping in woods, actually had someone outside Tifton give them a lift! They have food stamps for food, and have finally made it to the small town of Douglas not far from Waycross.
Only got another week until we have to meet up in Waycross, in the mean time I’ll have some posts by other people on the street in the shelter, and some short stories – if you wanna hear more of a particular story let me know these things.
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Plan B


We plan on leaving Tifton GA and meeting in Waycross; Dwight about 22 my age and his uncle Dave Vietnam vet, with Randal my car pooler and (me)Thomas. They are to take the straighter northern route through Douglas and we are to take the southern route to Valdosta and through smaller towns. Those we have grown close to we will miss, but they do not want to part with their beloved town of Tifton and who can blame them. I will always remember those who have helped me, as I walk on black water I will remember those talks and even the smallest of comments from the unnamed.

They are to walk and hitch hike the 65 mile journey to meet in two weeks. We are to stay in Valdosta for a week and a half and then to Waycross.

The idea we stumbled upon with much thought, fighting, and hair pulling, but the plan finally came – we are to flee the area tomorrow morning. The vision is to travel until we receive enough help or work to sustain ourselves.

Hopeless and waiting, waiting for change will be others, many others. We will give them a hand and guide the way, away. If they chose to join, our numbers will grow, by sheer size we will find hope, hope in ourselves and the will to keep running this race.

If we move alone, we will do so proudly. Always reminded of but never living in the past we will move forward. We bring drink, little food, sleeping bags and tent for the rain. We will make mistakes and take the wrong path, but all roads the same place.

My eyes opened, I look to my right and see Dwight the tall goofy brown haired figure looking at me and banking the metal loft pillar. In southern accent “Hey Tom wake up it’s time for breakfast haha you crazy man it’s pancakes and sausage today.”

“ugh yeah I’m going to miss that”
“…Me too”

“So are you sure you really want to walk all that way? You know I’d give you a ride but it’s not my car and Randal says there is not room with his COPD asthma medicine in the back seat. He needs it to survive.”
Dwight “Um, yeah that kinda sucks but at least we both have cell phones and can stay in touch.”
Thomas “right, and remember to call every day at eight so we know it’s alright and keep your cell phone charged.”

Dwight “What do we do when we get there?”
Thomas “We will cross that bridge when we get there, or sleep under it I guess” They both laughed at the pun.

Thomas and Dwight hugged, Randal and Dave exchange serious looks with a hand shake. Out of the corner of my eye I do believe I saw a slight smirk in on the side of Randals lips. He was ready.

So two started walking down one road, and two drove off into eastern sunrise without money, family, or opportunity. But they had each other and for the time being a small spark.

The story of me


Without going into too many details I was three months out of basic training in the land of the free home of the brave. I went straight out of basic to the city of my long-lost father, after a week of searching my wallet with a large some of money was stolen, the police never found the perpetrators. I slept outside for three months for no other reason than because I had no ID or a way to buy an ID.

I car pooled to another shelter, Brother Charlies, in Tifton GA where I had my bank card mailed to me with the remaining $400.00. They usually don’t let people stay without an ID for various reasons. In this time I was told I could work in a shelter owned thrift store 35-40 hours a week, in return Id be fed, bathed and sheltered. The two girls on payroll at the thrift store were awesome to say the least and they forced me to accept cloths pro bono even when I insisted on paying cash. A very reliable place in my book, Brother Charlies even let me use their address to send my birth certificate, after a month I had my ID and a plan…

I now had a supply of cloths, an ID, a bicycle, and a phone. Had I filed for unemployment three months earlier I would’ve qualified, now however, I do not, furthermore it is unacceptable to sit and waste away now it’s time to find a job.

Five months later…

*I’ve been working two or three days a week at labor halls, I’ve applied to over fifty locations, two interviews.

Since I was not working at the thrift store I had to pay most of my labor hall money to Brother Charlies for rent, which honestly isn’t that much.

*Brother Charlies was the only address I could use.

I’ve run out of places to apply in this small peanut farming community.

Time to exercise plan B