When I told my friend at dinner that I was probably filing for bancarrota, she looked at me with total disbelief. Oh, no you’re not, she insisted. Let me help you! I wouldn’t accept any help from her, though. She only has a limited amount of money herself and has two children. She kept insisting all throughout the meal, until I finally caved in and let her loan me a couple of hundred to tide me over for the month. She wanted to GIVE me the money but I insisted on it being a loan. Now I hate myself for even letting her do that, because now I’ll be owing this back to her! Now I’m hoping that she’ll say it’s a gift after all, because my situation isn’t exactly improving. No jobs out there, to speak of, at least not within my area of expertise. The worst thing is, I have no money to buy pot with. I can’t even have a good, relaxing smoke every once in a while! That’s really the pits, you know? Too bad Lynne doesn’t smoke. Maybe she would have given me some extra cash, just to get the weed with. Well, here’s the classifieds, let’s see what’s cooking. What’s this? Receptionist needed for Lincoln Park high-profile realty firm. Must have 2 years experience, be completely reliable and have a friendly personality and be able to multi-task and work well under stress. Hmmm. Let me just—copy down that number.