I have made peace--sorta--with everything I'm gonna tell you. Right now I'm still processing through the feelings. But I'm alive, sober, living in the solution, and it's all b/c of y'all.

1. After I lost the job in KS, there was 1 more interview I had: Baylor University, Waco, TX. After a 10 minute interview, which I was sure I'd bombed, I got a call that they wanted to fly me out to personally interview. I was psyched and stunned. I called my sponsor, who suggested I prep by reading up on Baylor, their history, etc. So I did. And I prepped. I got new makeup, a new outfit, and packed, packed packed. I was ready. The morning of the flight I took myself out to breakfast to get myself centered, then I went to the airport. The ride to Dallas-Ft Worth International was fine. Then the problems started. First, American Airlines lost their flight crew, delaying the plane by 1 hr (how do you lose your employees?). Then, after getting us on the plane, the piolots discovered the toilets weren't working, so they were going to call maintenence. They then canceled the flight. So I'm like, fine, I'm gonna drive to the university myself--this is crazy. I have an interview that starts @ 645 tonight, and I can't miss it. They lost my luggage. So I go back up to the main desk, and they tell me they can get me out on the 830 am flight, but not the later 830 pm flight, because it's full. So, by this time, I'm like F-it, I'm driving to Waco. I reserve a car and its $200 with the AAA discount. Then my card's declined. So I call Baylor and fill them in on what's going on, and they offer to pay for the car--until I con American Airlines into paying. By this time it's 10pm local time, I've missed the first portion of my interview, and it's pitch black. I call my sponsor for like the 8th time that day and I ask her what to do. She tells me "I don't want you driving those roads alone. Get a hotel and ship out in the morning." So I cancel the car, go back to the airport, try to track down the American Airlines central office--only to find that the entire terminal is closed and that the central office won't/can't process a voucher form for my hotel.  So, I go up the escalator--keep in mind the only thing I have on my person is my purse--and ask for a room--$250/night. My card's declined again. So I call Baylor, again, they pay for the hotel room, and I finally crash. The next morning, I get up, eat breakfast, catch my flight down there, shower, and get dressed for my first interview. My luggage was in the lost luggage section in Waco, TX.  I get ready for the interview, and go in front of the grilling committee. Then I spend lunch with the grilling (interview) commitee. Then I spend the afternoon with students selected to be a seperate grilling committee. Then, I get a driving tour of Waco, TX. That day, Waco was 95, sunny, and no wind. So I get to the airport, get to Dallas Ft Worth, get back here to louisville, and call Baylor to tell them I'm home safe. As I go to drive out, my card's declined again. So I call my mom, in Chicago, who's asleep, to pay my $18 out of the parking lot.
   Monday afternoon, they make a decision: I don't get the job. No one was more surprised than me.
2. Because I don't have a job, my contract in the Americorp has now ended, so now I have to make phone calls. Because this was a year of service, not a job, I don't qualify for unemployment; because I had a perscription plan, not health insurance, I don't qualify for COBRA. So now, I have no money, no perscription insurance, nothing.
3. I get a note from the State Americorp Agency. Because of my whistleblowing, I am hereby banned from any KY VISTA actions. I can't ever be a VISTA in KY again. This note was signed personally by the state director.
4. I had worked it out with my landlord long ago that I would be out of the apt by 7/31 expecting I had a job. Now, I get a notice from LG&E that I owe them $60.00, the landlord $240.00, all in the same week. Because my roommate, who's name was on the LG&E acct split and didn't take the proper actions to transfer the acct, I can't pay the bill. Because she's on the lease, any binding decisions go through her.
5. So, now, having been convinced I had a job, I gave away all my clothes, furniture, dishes, etc, and am living on an air matress with..nothing. After fighting with LG&E, they still haven't gotten paid because my room mate won't transfer the account.
6. 7/31 comes, and I have no where to live. I've spent the week calling shelters, friends, etc, all with the same result: I'm ineligible, or, in the case of friends, they can't. The synagogue, hearing about all this, writes a check for the full amount of the rent, no questions asked. The landlord has given me 30 days to vacate the apt.
7. In the past week I've had, it'll be 6 interviews tomorrow. I'll hear back from most of them by the end of this week.
8. My parents are livid that I'm still going to meetings and not dropping everything to go to synagogue and be a good jew.

I'm not asking for feedback, sympathy, anything. I want you to know, that, well, I got through a terrible situation. And for any of you new al anons who are afraid of something pushing your alcholic over the edge of relapse, well, if I can stay sober through this, whatever.