Lately I've just not been happy with my life. Last year I got married and after a few months she left me while at the same time I lost my job of 10 years at the 7-Eleven near my parents' home. She turned out to be a cheating whore and the job I worked at was only paying me about $22,000 a year, almost $30,000 a year if I were to work 20 hours of overtime and six days a week. Keep in mind I live on Long Island, one of the most expensive places in America to survive.
A few months after my wife left me I was able to find a new job at a different 7-Eleven significantly further from my home with a starting wage very close to what had taken me all those years to get to at the other store. Unfortunately it was 5 night shifts, 11pm to 7am, but I was desperate for work so I took it. Now, nine months later I'm finally off the night shifts and got a roughly $2000 a year raise and my bosses, two brothers, are very happy with my performance. Almost since Day One they'd been filling my head with numerous ideas that gave me the impression I might in fact have a marginally profitable future with them. This was their first 7-Eleven store and they were new to the business and since I showed up I had been able to take a large burden off their already weighted shoulders via my years of experience. They are actively pursuing a second store right now and it is still several months away but as far as I know and as far as I have been told I am the man they want to be running this first store once they are in possession of their second and setting it up.
This all sounds great, I guess. But let's look at some of the facts. I am 31 years old. I live in a meager apartment in the basement of my parents' house that I say I rent but in reality I don't really rent because I cannot afford to give them very much money. Even at my old store I had trouble paying them $500 a month and in recent weeks I was able to convince them to drop it to $250 a month but even that I am unable to afford. Right now, for a 40 hour work week and with a decade of experience in the business, living on Long Island, I make about $1500 a month before taxes. My bosses offer health insurance but I cannot even afford it. I spend close to $200 a month in gas alone just to commute to the store and the mileage I've put on my car has it on the verge of falling apart in the middle of traffic very soon. My refrigerator and pantry are both empty because I have not been able to afford to go food shopping in close to a year. I recently cut down drastically on my cigarette smoking but have been unable to quit completely. I have an incorrigible lottery habit that I've been trying so very hard to break and basically at the end of every week my paycheck from the previous week is gone. I have no money saved whatsoever.
I am holding out hope that when the time comes in six months to a year my bosses will have acquired their second store and will be handing me the keys to the first one, complete with a hefty pay increase that would give me the chance to move out of my parents' house and live closer to my job. However I'm worried. Long Island is VERY expensive, as I cannot stress enough and even a doubling of my yearly earnings would make life very difficult for me. They seem like honest, stand up guys but I'm afraid when the time comes around they are going to offer me a very underwhelming salary which I will have no choice but to take because I am stuck.
I am stuck, people. I have no skills. I am growing older every day. The woman I loved and dedicated my life to is out f*cking some asshole who needs a bullet in the head because he's a paralegal and owns his own home. Everyone around me is succeeding and doing quite well yet I am doing nothing but failing at life and I don't see a way out. I can do my best to blame the economic downturn but truthfully that has nothing to do with it, I've been stuck since 1999.
I've started getting some hits on the dating sites finally (good picture FTW!) but usually when they find out I live in an apartment in my parents' house they lose all interest. Because I am not successful in life their DNA kicks in and I am not viewed as an alpha male, thus ruling me out as a potential mate. I cannot afford real rent (which on Long Island is at the very minimum $700 to $1000 for a place that's not in the middle of a dangerous ghetto), I cannot afford groceries (all my eating is done from my parents' kitchen or at work), I cannot afford to fix my car (the engine and brake lights have been on since August and the front suspension is about to snap) and on the off chance I do actually get a date out of one of these snotty Long Island chicks I can barely afford to show them a respectable time out.
There are no jobs out there, people. NOTHING. Not careers that can be had without years of schooling (which, SURPRISE, I cannot afford). There are meager, minimum wage jobs to be had all over but I refuse to get a second job. I shouldn't have to get a second job just to make ends meet, that alone would just push me closer to the edge of sanity. Cost of living on Long Island is well beyond my means yet I cling to this delusional hope that my employers will do what's right by me when my old employer spent a decade tricking me into believing I had a future with him. I don't really know if my new bosses will be any different. Are bosses ever any different? Get what you can out of the grunts, discard them when they've been used up and replace them with fresh meat, it's the nature of the business. Of any business.
I really and truly need a miracle to find my way out of this. Every night I sit at home and do nothing. I browse the internet, watch television and wait. I wait for the day my bosses promote me. I wait for the day I hit that big scratch off which will provide me a buffer to fixing my car, paying off debts and righting this wayward ship. I wait for the email telling me that my future wife and soulmate has come across my profile on the dating site. My father keeps telling me I'm unattached and that the world is my playground, yet he fails to notice that you cannot play for free. Not in today's world. I have now become the very thing I have dreaded for a year, the very thing I fought so hard to stay away from by desperately trying to get my horrible wife back into my life. I have become who I was before I met her. Lost, unmotivated and believing that the only way my life could have any sense, any meaning or any direction is if there is a good woman in it. And while she was there in my life everything did make sense and I was at peace, but because I wasn't successful enough for her she left, and here I sit once again, back where I started. At 31 years old.
So tell me. Pills, pistol, carbon monoxide? Something painless would be awesome, please. Or better still, if you have a direct line to God I would appreciate if you could phone in that miracle I need because He's otherwise not listening to my prayers.