I came to Rhode Island with dreams of LOAD Records, Fort Thunder, Olneyville, only to discover that not only was all the cool stuff 20 years gone, but the last few remnants were all in the bullseye of real estate development (R.I.P. Dusk, Mayday, 1911, Boiler Room, Inspiria, Gettie's, Bad Fit). Rhode Island has given me: divorce, unemployment (shout out to the HR lady who got fired for falsifying documents—including my personnel file!), and a never ending well of personal disappointment and frustration.
I've filled out 400+ job applications in 11 months; 3 callbacks, 1 interview. I have no opportunities to perform, no job prospects, and oddly enough Rhode Island men are wholly uninterested in me. THANKFULLY I have a wonderful boyfriend ... in Cleveland, Ohio.
All my bank accounts are in the red, the bills keep coming, and I have no joy in Rhode Island. I frankly haven't had any here for a long time. My lease is up in September, but sooner is better than later. Help me get out of here, please. I'm literally begging.
