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The Final Voyage of the Liquid Sky

Same old song and dance...

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Well, everything is mostly going about the same as before, still crushing and hating myself for it, enjoying the feeling of having a job and so on. But there's one exception...as if karma feels the need to keep me in a certain balance of bullshit, the jobs program that I got my foodstamps through is trying to **** me and my dad over. The deal was that I got to keep them as long as I got a job. We got a combined $255 a month, which isn't much, but it sure as **** helped.

Now that I have a CHANCE to make a maximum of $410 a month, they're cutting them down to $80. So more or less, I'm going to be working just to barely survive. How the **** they expect a person to live on $410 a month with $40 in foodstamps is just mind boggling. This sure as hell doesn't bode well for my school and social ambitions. Now that I'm a certified Class C Operator, I might, MIGHT be able to get more hours in at work, so it looks like I'm going to have to work my **** off just to make it...

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  1. Michael Swayne's Avatar
    That sucks about your assistance. Especially since there are millions of households abusing the exact same government system across the country who have never worked a day in their lives! They put every person possible on their application and receive hundreds of dollars each month. And where does that money go? Some people buy food for a drug dealer just to get their next fix. Others squander it on junk food and soda in the first week, and then complain that they don't receive enough.

    Personally, I hate having to get assistance. When my parents first went to prison, I scrimped and saved every penny I earned until my savings was gone just so I could avoid having to get food stamps. I managed to live off what I earned delivering papers (then $25 and later $50 per week) for nearly a year that way. But when my siblings and I had literally nothing in our cupboards, I agreed to apply.

    Then when I got my promotion a couple months ago, I reported the raise to Job services (like people are instructed to). I thought that it would lower our amount, or better yet, push us over the line and declare that we make too much. No, because of my brother moving back, our amount went up another $142.

    I realize that last bit can be seen as a kick in the face to your situation. I don't mean it to be. I just want to show how screwed up the system is. Another example is with my grandmother. She applied for assistance back before my grandfather died (about 15 years ago). They were only going to give her $14 each month. Why? Because my grandfather earned too much with his disability and social security. And yet the couple in front of her (who Grandma overheard their office meeting) were to receive nearly $300 each month and they both did side jobs (the woman a babysitter, the man mowed yards). In the end, Grandma refused the meager amount, and made do with what her and my grandfather received for putting in to the social security system.

    When two able-bodied people choose to live off government handouts instead of actually trying to work, while someone who is physically unable to work anymore gets the shaft, it sickens me.
  2. Lacquer Head's Avatar
    It's not even just that...it was part of the whole ****ing reason I joined the program...