I’m telling you it never stops raining crap down when you’re on the slippery slope of financial disaster. Like I told all of you we have filed for protection under the law otherwise known as bankruptcy. I see now why it has two names; bankruptcy gives the bankrupt very little protection. Check this out….Your attorney has you fill out a butt load of paperwork, bring in all of your bills and as a demoralized human being you don’t even question this, you simply comply. Well what they do with all this information is contact your utility provider’s along with all the other creditors. The court tells the creditors that you intend to continue to pay for your home, second, and car. However they fail to tell the utility company that you intend to continue to pay them.
PSE learned about our bankruptcy and pulled out all the stops to push us into the streets and mess with my family life. When I called them to find out what happened to November’s bill they told me my husband informed them we had filed bankruptcy; I went off. I called my husband who had no idea what I was telling him, he called PSE and they gave him another story, I called them and got another story, but no information about my November’s bill. They did tell me that they found the payment for October, took that payment and closed that account then applied that payment amount to the new account they opened and applied those funds to the deposits that are required for a new account.
By doing this they are trying to avoid the bankruptcy by opening new account that we did not know about; then threatened me when our idiot of an attorney told them that he was going to file against the new account; I have no idea if that is true, PSE has told me so many things. PSE told me if that happens they will close that account and create a new account and add more deposits. Neither side seemed to understand we intend to pay the bill; we’ve been paying this bill for 7 years and yes sometime we got behind up to the tune of $600.00 when I was in the hospital, we got that bill caught up and thought we were moving forward.
We thought wrong between our idiot of an attorney and PSE’s greed we could end up saving our home but have no utilities to enjoy it. I’m trying to get a loan modification out of Wells Fargo, best of luck to me. I’ve been assigned a loan counselor and this one must be a huge winner. Her box is always full and she is unable to accept your call or message. I knew going into this thing with Wells Fargo I was going to need to fight for my home as they do everything to stop any modification, and right out of the box they found a person that won’t respond, at least she’s an equal opportunity non responder. I don’t see the point to the game, Wells Fargo has a glut of foreclosed property, and that’s dragging them down. So we both get to swim in the muck, however their muck is warm, while I’ll be sitting in the dark trying how to pack my Kia.
Good grief when does it stop. I have facebook pals that have lost everything and are living in a room somewhere or not knowing where they are going to sleep. It’s a killer, they have walked this path I’m now walking and are living the results yet find the time to encourage me. Being a Gleaner (dumpster diver) I’ve met the most remarkable people they have shown me where to get the best food, collect the best trinkets to sell at a yard sale, how to survive and maintain some sort of dignity. They have managed to keep their families together, kids in school the whole nine yards and are doing it from a room or their car. Never at 56 did I think I’d be in this spot and have many friends that have less and give more. I talk about these remarkable people because I whine so much, I want everybody to know I see what is happening and walk among my future; I only pray I can do it with the grace and dignity they have maintained. Please don’t think I just take, trust me they give more than I will ever be able too, I wash cloths and we use my yard for sales, showers, hot food, and good conversation. May the lord bless us all.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Living life with Bankruptcy
For those of you that don’t know my story I’ll go over it again in short hand. I was born and then shoved back in, denied oxygen to my brain, destroyed brain cells and was given a life sentence of less than. My mother suffered the pain of the shove back, lost her uterus, blamed me and it went down h ill from there. I left home at 16and created a good life for myself, no one to beat me, sell me, abandon me, and punish me for something I had no control over.
Now I’m 56 and in the middle of a bankruptcy and it feels like I’m in the middle of hell. I was laid off my job in 2009. The loss was sad, I worked with a good group of people and that ended. I wasn’t concerned about finding a new position. It is said you will know your future by remembering your past. My past indicated that I would get a position soon; I was more than just wrong. I spent my first year unemployed searching diligently for a position. I was granted a lot of interviews only to find when I got there that look on their faces: old, fat, only speaks English……reject. It took me due to my slow brain function a long time to figure it out; I wasn’t going to find work with my GED. People with AA, and BA’s had my traditional positions, and were very unhappy about it, but it was a job for them and I’ve been left behind once again.
Well my past from when I was 0-16 caught up with me, I was reliving my youth as an out-cast reminded daily how useless I was, only this time there was no sex involved, people simply letting me know how useless I am in today’s new world. I broke mentally, physically, and emotionally. I take pills to stop me from following people around that currently hold positions that I am qualified for to run them down. That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but I was looking through the obituary’s to see if someone had a job I was qualified for.
While all this was going on we used our emergency credit cards to supplement our income, I was still thinking I might get land a position; I was so stupid or should I say naïve. Well the credit card companies got wind of our financial down fall and began lowering our credit limit, which in turn damned our credit; even though at this time we were paying on time. When we learned this we had to make some decisions, what was important to us? We decided it was the house; we did not want to lose the house. We weren’t behind on payments nor were we late, but I could see that was coming at the rate we were going. So we stopped paying on the credit cards, and kept up with all the basic living bills including housing. I continued to look for employment; I was awarded SSI disability, and went directly to the Department of Rehabilitation in wide eyed hope of getting a position through them.
What I got was a angry, put upon counselor that was more than dissatisfied with her position. She expressed her wrath equally among the clients. She did not help me, she made getting a position through them almost impossible, she demanded I seek mental help, and then she would do her job. I have no insurance and as I was calling the list of places she wanted me to go the first question they asked was ….”do you have insurance?” I said no and was turned away just that fast. I got mad and decided I’d had enough of this woman and requested a new counselor; while I was doing this she found a new position and assigned me to a new counselor; that I still haven’t heard from and it’s been about 7 months.
We ended up filing bankruptcy, our greatest fear was that some creditor was going to garnish my husband’s wages and poof out in the street we would be. I found an attorney through the Better Business Breuer (BBB) another mistake. The man is lazy, I like how his mind works, but his work ethic is what I have issues with. I wanted to do a chapter 13, that’s more work for him because our income is so low. He would need to file the chapter 13 and then file a chapter 7 if our income could not support the chapter 13. It would be to our benefit to file the chapter 13 and if our income would not support it we could ride ourselves of the second and keep our home. This man wouldn’t even try. In the months while he was stalling our filing (that we paid for in full), I was working on getting a loan modification on our Second and the 1st.
So far I have a modification for the second that will last until 2022. I’m still working on the 1st. We should have gone to court on October 13, 2011 however this lazy man got an extension and put off the date until November 10, 2011. Sounds like no big deal, right? Guess again what happened is someone called our basic living companies, like the electric company, gas, phone, etc and told them we filed against them. We had no idea that we had done such a thing. If we are trying to keep the house why would we want to live here without utilities? We have been paying them every month faithfully but that doesn’t matter. The electric company closed our account opened a new one and is now charging us $400.00 in deposits. I’ve written to my attorney regarding this and asked him to fix this; it was never our intention to file against the utilities, the man called the electric company and told them we filed against them and now we are going to file against the new account as well. When the electric company called to tell me this my jaw dropped. The informed me that they will be closing the new account, open another account and add a higher deposit; some attorney hug???
It feels like the whole world has gone stupid. If we are paying our daily living expenses then how on earth can one act on a tip that a bankruptcy has been filed and then go after these human being with all the force that the 1%’ers have. The stress of all this has been relentless. When I called PSE to find out where my bill was I was informed that my husband called them and told them of the bankruptcy, I checked with him and he said no, he called them and was given another story, I called them back and was given my favorite story that they were surfing the net and came across our bankruptcy, then came the story that “someone” from the court called with regards to the bankruptcy. For the past two years this is how our life has gone, all the phone calls from the collectors, they even called my friends; then the lazy lawyer with all of his time-outs, and now the utilities taking their bite. I’m glad I have the drugs, I think without them I’d have put a gun in my mouth and been done with it.
If you lose your position and need to file bankruptcy to keep your head above water, don’t think for one minute that it’s not only going to be distasteful, embarrassing, demoralizing, painful, and go on forever your friend will abandon you; it’s fear that what you have may be catching. I’m beginning to wonder if they’re not right; do I have a disease that there is no cure for?
Now I’m 56 and in the middle of a bankruptcy and it feels like I’m in the middle of hell. I was laid off my job in 2009. The loss was sad, I worked with a good group of people and that ended. I wasn’t concerned about finding a new position. It is said you will know your future by remembering your past. My past indicated that I would get a position soon; I was more than just wrong. I spent my first year unemployed searching diligently for a position. I was granted a lot of interviews only to find when I got there that look on their faces: old, fat, only speaks English……reject. It took me due to my slow brain function a long time to figure it out; I wasn’t going to find work with my GED. People with AA, and BA’s had my traditional positions, and were very unhappy about it, but it was a job for them and I’ve been left behind once again.
Well my past from when I was 0-16 caught up with me, I was reliving my youth as an out-cast reminded daily how useless I was, only this time there was no sex involved, people simply letting me know how useless I am in today’s new world. I broke mentally, physically, and emotionally. I take pills to stop me from following people around that currently hold positions that I am qualified for to run them down. That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but I was looking through the obituary’s to see if someone had a job I was qualified for.
While all this was going on we used our emergency credit cards to supplement our income, I was still thinking I might get land a position; I was so stupid or should I say naïve. Well the credit card companies got wind of our financial down fall and began lowering our credit limit, which in turn damned our credit; even though at this time we were paying on time. When we learned this we had to make some decisions, what was important to us? We decided it was the house; we did not want to lose the house. We weren’t behind on payments nor were we late, but I could see that was coming at the rate we were going. So we stopped paying on the credit cards, and kept up with all the basic living bills including housing. I continued to look for employment; I was awarded SSI disability, and went directly to the Department of Rehabilitation in wide eyed hope of getting a position through them.
What I got was a angry, put upon counselor that was more than dissatisfied with her position. She expressed her wrath equally among the clients. She did not help me, she made getting a position through them almost impossible, she demanded I seek mental help, and then she would do her job. I have no insurance and as I was calling the list of places she wanted me to go the first question they asked was ….”do you have insurance?” I said no and was turned away just that fast. I got mad and decided I’d had enough of this woman and requested a new counselor; while I was doing this she found a new position and assigned me to a new counselor; that I still haven’t heard from and it’s been about 7 months.
We ended up filing bankruptcy, our greatest fear was that some creditor was going to garnish my husband’s wages and poof out in the street we would be. I found an attorney through the Better Business Breuer (BBB) another mistake. The man is lazy, I like how his mind works, but his work ethic is what I have issues with. I wanted to do a chapter 13, that’s more work for him because our income is so low. He would need to file the chapter 13 and then file a chapter 7 if our income could not support the chapter 13. It would be to our benefit to file the chapter 13 and if our income would not support it we could ride ourselves of the second and keep our home. This man wouldn’t even try. In the months while he was stalling our filing (that we paid for in full), I was working on getting a loan modification on our Second and the 1st.
So far I have a modification for the second that will last until 2022. I’m still working on the 1st. We should have gone to court on October 13, 2011 however this lazy man got an extension and put off the date until November 10, 2011. Sounds like no big deal, right? Guess again what happened is someone called our basic living companies, like the electric company, gas, phone, etc and told them we filed against them. We had no idea that we had done such a thing. If we are trying to keep the house why would we want to live here without utilities? We have been paying them every month faithfully but that doesn’t matter. The electric company closed our account opened a new one and is now charging us $400.00 in deposits. I’ve written to my attorney regarding this and asked him to fix this; it was never our intention to file against the utilities, the man called the electric company and told them we filed against them and now we are going to file against the new account as well. When the electric company called to tell me this my jaw dropped. The informed me that they will be closing the new account, open another account and add a higher deposit; some attorney hug???
It feels like the whole world has gone stupid. If we are paying our daily living expenses then how on earth can one act on a tip that a bankruptcy has been filed and then go after these human being with all the force that the 1%’ers have. The stress of all this has been relentless. When I called PSE to find out where my bill was I was informed that my husband called them and told them of the bankruptcy, I checked with him and he said no, he called them and was given another story, I called them back and was given my favorite story that they were surfing the net and came across our bankruptcy, then came the story that “someone” from the court called with regards to the bankruptcy. For the past two years this is how our life has gone, all the phone calls from the collectors, they even called my friends; then the lazy lawyer with all of his time-outs, and now the utilities taking their bite. I’m glad I have the drugs, I think without them I’d have put a gun in my mouth and been done with it.
If you lose your position and need to file bankruptcy to keep your head above water, don’t think for one minute that it’s not only going to be distasteful, embarrassing, demoralizing, painful, and go on forever your friend will abandon you; it’s fear that what you have may be catching. I’m beginning to wonder if they’re not right; do I have a disease that there is no cure for?
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Is there life when you're unemployed?
Life as a 99’er
I remember when I first got laid-off in May of 09. I wasn’t worried about finding another position. I’d always worked; even through the Regan years. I do hope America has learned that trickle down doesn’t work; the rich didn’t get that way by being a giving lot. I’ve wondered off topic, please read on. I did worry about the people I had gotten to know a love; I’d miss them. My being laid-off was odd but so was the week before I got the word. The incredible gal I worked with was doing all the side work before I came in, I figured something was up but I was blind-sided with losing my position. I asked why at the time and was met with a smile, and me being me I let it go, and torched myself later, that was a huge mistake; I later found out. Not knowing why and my trail of tears due to all the rejection almost killed me.
I’ve worked since I was three years old. When I was young we were pretty much nomads and I sang in taverns for gas money, gleamed farm field, and generally lived off the land. It was fun. Then my family settled down, they bought a business and us kids worked the family business; again fun. I left home not under the best of circumstances; I was 16 and again worked. I joined Vista, a branch of the Peace Core and worked; when I got out after two years, I continued working, mostly in fast food. The hours were good and since I was a bit of a party girl being hung over wasn’t an issue there. I floated around for years doing fast food and retail; having fun.
Then came the family and I need to land a real job, what I call butt work. I went back to school and got a certificate as an Accounting Clerk and Receptionist. I landed a good job and by that I mean it paid more than .90 cents an hour. It was fun I got to dress up and didn’t smell like a hamburger. I bounced around due to my Childs needs; anybody that had children knows what I’m talking about; I needed flexibility and most office positions don’t allow for that. So I went back to Retail and continued to parent. When my little one got older I went back out to land a “real position” and got one through a friend. I enjoyed that position so much. I loved the people I worked with, and they seemed to like me. They all had at least 3 degrees and there I was with my little certificate. They didn’t mind and I can tell you nether did I, they gave me so much.
Then came the Regan years, I was working. Fast food but it paid the bills and I could get all the hours I needed, it all worked out and I always saw an end of the tunnel. After Regan left office I landed an incredible position and as usually that one petered out as well, the doors closed. I was beginning to feel like if you hire me, plan on your doors closing. I got sick and couldn’t work for a year, we lost the house and ended filing bankruptcy; left my little town and friends and my reputation, to start new. I got the medical help I needed and mended well. I landed a position with a bank and thought this time I’ll have a career, there are banks on every corner. I thought I had it made. Looking back it’s laughable. I’m a Customer Service person, I enjoy helping others. Well just as I landed my first baking position banks started the money game. Only the haves got service, and if you were not white you got finger printed. It was sickening so I ended up working at a credit union. That went well for a long time; I seem to fit. Then came the change for credit unions. They searched high and low for used car sales persons to run the branches. I saw it but tried to let it roll off my back, I did my job and went home being able to sleep at night. Then came the kiss of death. A serial bank robber came to our branch. I saw him come in, I stood up to greet him, I kept eye contact with him he did his trade mark transaction but did not rob me. I reported him to the branch manager; she sat on the information and he went down the street and robbed our sister branch. They had left the teller out there alone and she was the perfect target. Well I was kicked to the curb because if I said anything about what happened they could have been sued and put out of business. I ended up at a call center, oh a what a job, and I’d never worked with people that were so dedicated to customer service; I was in heaven. The unfortunate part is the building was in a slue and full of mold; I had a very bad reaction to the building and had to find new employment. That’s when I found my last position, the one that didn’t tell me why I was let go.
Like I said earlier I’d always worked and for one reason or another beyond my control I’ve looked for a lot of jobs and found them. Not this time; it was and is like I’m poison. The first six month of rejection took its toll on me, physically and mentally. I kept asking myself what happened, why was I unemployable? What had I done? Did it have something to do with my last job and why did they let me go? I thought if I could learn that secret maybe I could change and become employable, I began to spiral down to a very dark place; I even started to go through the obituaries to see if someone dies that did the same work as me. I began to forget things, my typing was becoming gibberish, I couldn’t get a complete dinner on the table. I was lost and full of rage; I frightened myself. By the time a year rolled around and I still wasn’t employed I cracked. I called a hot line and dumped it all on them; I’m sure I wasn’t being very coherent. they told me two important things. If I found myself behind the wheel of the vehicle with a gun in my lap getting ready to shoot people that had positions that I was qualified for to drive myself to Bellevue and tell them. The second thing she told me was to call SSI. I promised I would and I did. The SSI thing, and never did hit the streets to make room for me.
SSI sent me to a psychiatrist who gave me a bunch of test and then put names on what was happening inside my head. The thing I remember most was when she said I had PTSD, it was like she slapped me. I’ve never been in a war!!! She explained that I’m in a heightened state and my mind is in survival mode; if my brain doesn’t think the input is going to affect my survival it kicks it out. Now how do you over-come something like that? I ran to my doctor and gave him the diagnosis and he explained all those scary words to me and gave me some medicine that helped me cope with my rage. Once the rage was under control I slowly began to think clearer. I continue to search for work only now I don’t get so intense about it. I’m in my second year now and still haven’t found a position and don’t know why. I applied for a job with a company close to home and the gals that were at the desk told me the manager wouldn’t hire me because she thought I might try to take her job; I think that had something to do with my age and experience, then why not ask me? I’ve had interviews where the interviewer was searching for reasons to not hire me. They advertised what they were looking for I answered the add, their machine picked my resume out, but once I got there they started adding requirements that wasn’t on the job description; things like needs to be-able to work both facilities on a moment’s notice. I ride the access bus; they see that when I arrive they know I can’t comply with that. It’s like they see me and run in the other direction.
I went to the Department of Vocational Rehabilitation, to get their help. Wouldn’t you know it my worker had no soul, she was an equal opportunity lazy cow; the only thing she has done for me so far is hand me a piece of paper that offers employer’s up to $10,000 in tax credits if they hire me; and still no takers. At this point I’m grateful for my medication.
When I first started my job search I had no problem applying for 2 – 3 jobs a day; now I’m lucky to apply for one a week because employers don’t want to hear from you if you’ve been unemployed for more than 6 months. I understand that those of us that are 55 or over have been the hardest hit with unemployment. Companies simply don’t want us, were experiences so that doesn’t make any sense to me. We understand we are not going to make the money we once did, we read the papers and know what’s going on in the business world. Most of us came up in a time where we gave all we had to our companies; we understood if we did right by them there would be work for tomorrow. Those ruled don’t apply anymore.
I have been deemed old and I never saw it coming; funny I don’t feel old. It is my firm belief that my being unemployed has nothing to do with me; it simply is what it is. I do believe that’s it our Representatives fault, they deregulated Wall Street, in turn Wall Street believed its own lies and brought our nation to its knees and that wasn’t good enough for them they took that bad paper and sold it to other nation bring them down too. They are living the high life as we fools bailed them out without regulations; I guess our Representatives thought they would do the right thing; after all look how well behaved they have been. Now our Representatives have abandoned us, marked us as lazy and a drain, it’s our fault, low income people are an drain on the national debt. Were down and it so easy to kick us. I’m praying that we stop taking the boot and start handing it out.
I understand the Republican plan to do nothing they have a plan to let us suffer, so they can rid themselves of President Obama and the democrats are sitting back to keep their hands clean, while Obama gets tossed under the bus. Right now there is a bill at the Ways and Means Committee HR589 that will add another tier so 99’ers can collect unemployment and spend those fund support their local business, and who knows create another job; save a home, save a family. But both parties will not budge while we sit here and suffer physically, mentally, socially, and morally. It’s beyond sad. We are acceptable losses as far as our legislators are concerned. They have called war between themselves and us….I’m waiting for that last straw to break when we get mad enough to hit the streets and take our government back peacefully. Governments job is to do for us “the people” what we cannot do for ourselves. We are not acceptable losses. Enough said
I remember when I first got laid-off in May of 09. I wasn’t worried about finding another position. I’d always worked; even through the Regan years. I do hope America has learned that trickle down doesn’t work; the rich didn’t get that way by being a giving lot. I’ve wondered off topic, please read on. I did worry about the people I had gotten to know a love; I’d miss them. My being laid-off was odd but so was the week before I got the word. The incredible gal I worked with was doing all the side work before I came in, I figured something was up but I was blind-sided with losing my position. I asked why at the time and was met with a smile, and me being me I let it go, and torched myself later, that was a huge mistake; I later found out. Not knowing why and my trail of tears due to all the rejection almost killed me.
I’ve worked since I was three years old. When I was young we were pretty much nomads and I sang in taverns for gas money, gleamed farm field, and generally lived off the land. It was fun. Then my family settled down, they bought a business and us kids worked the family business; again fun. I left home not under the best of circumstances; I was 16 and again worked. I joined Vista, a branch of the Peace Core and worked; when I got out after two years, I continued working, mostly in fast food. The hours were good and since I was a bit of a party girl being hung over wasn’t an issue there. I floated around for years doing fast food and retail; having fun.
Then came the family and I need to land a real job, what I call butt work. I went back to school and got a certificate as an Accounting Clerk and Receptionist. I landed a good job and by that I mean it paid more than .90 cents an hour. It was fun I got to dress up and didn’t smell like a hamburger. I bounced around due to my Childs needs; anybody that had children knows what I’m talking about; I needed flexibility and most office positions don’t allow for that. So I went back to Retail and continued to parent. When my little one got older I went back out to land a “real position” and got one through a friend. I enjoyed that position so much. I loved the people I worked with, and they seemed to like me. They all had at least 3 degrees and there I was with my little certificate. They didn’t mind and I can tell you nether did I, they gave me so much.
Then came the Regan years, I was working. Fast food but it paid the bills and I could get all the hours I needed, it all worked out and I always saw an end of the tunnel. After Regan left office I landed an incredible position and as usually that one petered out as well, the doors closed. I was beginning to feel like if you hire me, plan on your doors closing. I got sick and couldn’t work for a year, we lost the house and ended filing bankruptcy; left my little town and friends and my reputation, to start new. I got the medical help I needed and mended well. I landed a position with a bank and thought this time I’ll have a career, there are banks on every corner. I thought I had it made. Looking back it’s laughable. I’m a Customer Service person, I enjoy helping others. Well just as I landed my first baking position banks started the money game. Only the haves got service, and if you were not white you got finger printed. It was sickening so I ended up working at a credit union. That went well for a long time; I seem to fit. Then came the change for credit unions. They searched high and low for used car sales persons to run the branches. I saw it but tried to let it roll off my back, I did my job and went home being able to sleep at night. Then came the kiss of death. A serial bank robber came to our branch. I saw him come in, I stood up to greet him, I kept eye contact with him he did his trade mark transaction but did not rob me. I reported him to the branch manager; she sat on the information and he went down the street and robbed our sister branch. They had left the teller out there alone and she was the perfect target. Well I was kicked to the curb because if I said anything about what happened they could have been sued and put out of business. I ended up at a call center, oh a what a job, and I’d never worked with people that were so dedicated to customer service; I was in heaven. The unfortunate part is the building was in a slue and full of mold; I had a very bad reaction to the building and had to find new employment. That’s when I found my last position, the one that didn’t tell me why I was let go.
Like I said earlier I’d always worked and for one reason or another beyond my control I’ve looked for a lot of jobs and found them. Not this time; it was and is like I’m poison. The first six month of rejection took its toll on me, physically and mentally. I kept asking myself what happened, why was I unemployable? What had I done? Did it have something to do with my last job and why did they let me go? I thought if I could learn that secret maybe I could change and become employable, I began to spiral down to a very dark place; I even started to go through the obituaries to see if someone dies that did the same work as me. I began to forget things, my typing was becoming gibberish, I couldn’t get a complete dinner on the table. I was lost and full of rage; I frightened myself. By the time a year rolled around and I still wasn’t employed I cracked. I called a hot line and dumped it all on them; I’m sure I wasn’t being very coherent. they told me two important things. If I found myself behind the wheel of the vehicle with a gun in my lap getting ready to shoot people that had positions that I was qualified for to drive myself to Bellevue and tell them. The second thing she told me was to call SSI. I promised I would and I did. The SSI thing, and never did hit the streets to make room for me.
SSI sent me to a psychiatrist who gave me a bunch of test and then put names on what was happening inside my head. The thing I remember most was when she said I had PTSD, it was like she slapped me. I’ve never been in a war!!! She explained that I’m in a heightened state and my mind is in survival mode; if my brain doesn’t think the input is going to affect my survival it kicks it out. Now how do you over-come something like that? I ran to my doctor and gave him the diagnosis and he explained all those scary words to me and gave me some medicine that helped me cope with my rage. Once the rage was under control I slowly began to think clearer. I continue to search for work only now I don’t get so intense about it. I’m in my second year now and still haven’t found a position and don’t know why. I applied for a job with a company close to home and the gals that were at the desk told me the manager wouldn’t hire me because she thought I might try to take her job; I think that had something to do with my age and experience, then why not ask me? I’ve had interviews where the interviewer was searching for reasons to not hire me. They advertised what they were looking for I answered the add, their machine picked my resume out, but once I got there they started adding requirements that wasn’t on the job description; things like needs to be-able to work both facilities on a moment’s notice. I ride the access bus; they see that when I arrive they know I can’t comply with that. It’s like they see me and run in the other direction.
I went to the Department of Vocational Rehabilitation, to get their help. Wouldn’t you know it my worker had no soul, she was an equal opportunity lazy cow; the only thing she has done for me so far is hand me a piece of paper that offers employer’s up to $10,000 in tax credits if they hire me; and still no takers. At this point I’m grateful for my medication.
When I first started my job search I had no problem applying for 2 – 3 jobs a day; now I’m lucky to apply for one a week because employers don’t want to hear from you if you’ve been unemployed for more than 6 months. I understand that those of us that are 55 or over have been the hardest hit with unemployment. Companies simply don’t want us, were experiences so that doesn’t make any sense to me. We understand we are not going to make the money we once did, we read the papers and know what’s going on in the business world. Most of us came up in a time where we gave all we had to our companies; we understood if we did right by them there would be work for tomorrow. Those ruled don’t apply anymore.
I have been deemed old and I never saw it coming; funny I don’t feel old. It is my firm belief that my being unemployed has nothing to do with me; it simply is what it is. I do believe that’s it our Representatives fault, they deregulated Wall Street, in turn Wall Street believed its own lies and brought our nation to its knees and that wasn’t good enough for them they took that bad paper and sold it to other nation bring them down too. They are living the high life as we fools bailed them out without regulations; I guess our Representatives thought they would do the right thing; after all look how well behaved they have been. Now our Representatives have abandoned us, marked us as lazy and a drain, it’s our fault, low income people are an drain on the national debt. Were down and it so easy to kick us. I’m praying that we stop taking the boot and start handing it out.
I understand the Republican plan to do nothing they have a plan to let us suffer, so they can rid themselves of President Obama and the democrats are sitting back to keep their hands clean, while Obama gets tossed under the bus. Right now there is a bill at the Ways and Means Committee HR589 that will add another tier so 99’ers can collect unemployment and spend those fund support their local business, and who knows create another job; save a home, save a family. But both parties will not budge while we sit here and suffer physically, mentally, socially, and morally. It’s beyond sad. We are acceptable losses as far as our legislators are concerned. They have called war between themselves and us….I’m waiting for that last straw to break when we get mad enough to hit the streets and take our government back peacefully. Governments job is to do for us “the people” what we cannot do for ourselves. We are not acceptable losses. Enough said
Thursday, February 24, 2011
We don’t need a Teachers Union - 2/24/2011
Teachers on a whole have committed treason against the United States! They are cowards that hide behind that one gifted teacher we all remember and loved; one out of many failures. They have failed us on so many levels from the basics of reading, math, and history to the more complex comprehensive thinking and reason. We know our children are falling far behind their overseas counter parts and they bluntly point the finger at parents, they system, and even the child it’s self. Not once do they stand up and say I failed you and I’m sorry, oh no it’s I don’t make enough money, pay me for and I’ll teach your children better; like the two are connected in some magical way. Teachers are Part-Time employees and are reaping in full time remuneration with full benefits including retirement and they don’t even have to produce results, it’s bestowed upon them. They have used their collective bargaining rights to give themselves “work days” without children to get their failed jobs done. Wouldn’t you just love to go into work and tell you boss we are going to shut the phones off today so we can get some side work done. This even the great Teamsters couldn’t even negotiate; yet the teachers union has manipulated that perk at the expense of our children. I have to ask myself why a part-time failure would need a day or more during the school year to their side work done.
We know that boys and girls learn differently, we know that girls are afraid to express their intelligences due to long standing belief that smart girls are lonely girls, and boys do better when the girls are out of the class room in math and science. We know this and yet we don’t implement it. I ask myself why? I fear it’s because the boys would demand excellence from their teachers and the girl’s expectations would be high; they would have freedom to learn without their social stigmas to hold them back. I have noted for some time that men have fled the teaching profession; we need our men to consider teaching as a valued profession with respect. Where are the men? Why is teaching a primarily feminine roll when we know children need and respond the male gifts and natural talents. Children tire of listening to the female voice and lack of follow through; just screeching and empty threats. We need to recruit more male teachers; where is the union on this very important matter what is it doing to recruit mem?
I have come to believe that teachers should not be allowed alone in the class room until they have been out in the private sector working a full time position for about 5 years; learning how to navigate the corporate world, and over whelming work demands to produce. Knowing if you miss a day you can and will be replaced; where there is no quiet work day to get it all done, you take it home and get it done on your own time with no remuneration, you simply get to keep you job for one more day. Corporate workers have given back benefits, retirement, and continue to find the time to stay informed and up to date with the new technology and changes in their field.
A very lovely lady explained eloquently why teachers don’t need a union. They are state employees working for us the tax payers and we the tax payers through our representatives tell them what we expect and what should be happening in our schools. No more union protecting teacher, we pay the bills
We know that boys and girls learn differently, we know that girls are afraid to express their intelligences due to long standing belief that smart girls are lonely girls, and boys do better when the girls are out of the class room in math and science. We know this and yet we don’t implement it. I ask myself why? I fear it’s because the boys would demand excellence from their teachers and the girl’s expectations would be high; they would have freedom to learn without their social stigmas to hold them back. I have noted for some time that men have fled the teaching profession; we need our men to consider teaching as a valued profession with respect. Where are the men? Why is teaching a primarily feminine roll when we know children need and respond the male gifts and natural talents. Children tire of listening to the female voice and lack of follow through; just screeching and empty threats. We need to recruit more male teachers; where is the union on this very important matter what is it doing to recruit mem?
I have come to believe that teachers should not be allowed alone in the class room until they have been out in the private sector working a full time position for about 5 years; learning how to navigate the corporate world, and over whelming work demands to produce. Knowing if you miss a day you can and will be replaced; where there is no quiet work day to get it all done, you take it home and get it done on your own time with no remuneration, you simply get to keep you job for one more day. Corporate workers have given back benefits, retirement, and continue to find the time to stay informed and up to date with the new technology and changes in their field.
A very lovely lady explained eloquently why teachers don’t need a union. They are state employees working for us the tax payers and we the tax payers through our representatives tell them what we expect and what should be happening in our schools. No more union protecting teacher, we pay the bills
Monday, January 4, 2010
01.04.10
Check it out, it’s a New Year and let’s hope that all the crap from last year will be behind us. The New Year has always meant to me a new beginning. I’m usually disappointed, but that doesn’t stop me from hoping. It’s a New Year and the biggest thing on my list is to find a long term job or career if you prefer. I want to feel useful again. I want to help people, I do enjoy service. I’m getting older and it’s harder to find work. I can no longer stand for long periods like I use-to; my feet go numb, so I’m looking for but work, and at my age that isn’t easy. I’m an outstanding first contact person, but I’m old, fat and employers want young and pleasant to look at. I have a lovely phone voice, and outstanding manners. My parents owned their own business and we kids were taught well how to answer a phone; if we wanted to live. Yet I am hopeful, somebody will see my worth and scoop me up.
The other thing I’m going to do this year is drop the dead weight of my pretend friends. If they don’t make me feel good about being alive I’m going to let them go. Friends should add something positive to your life, not drag you down and never ever enjoy your pain; and yes I have allowed people like this in my life. I don’t know why, I didn’t want anything from them; I just accepted the crap they dished out and crawled back for more. Well this year I intend to have a little more self worth and keep the friends that make me happy and say good bye to those who don’t.
It’s a New Year and time to clean my house or temple if you prefer. I know none of it will be easy; the work done to reach to my goal will be worth the effort. I’ll have a job/career and true friends that will help me be a better person or citizen of the planet if you prefer. I pray this year will be a winner filled with a good job and close good friends. I pray that I learn how to be a good friend and a worthwhile employee.
We will see how it goes, this is only day four of the New Year and so far so good. I’m off my back and cutting myself some slack. I haven’t found a job to apply for yet, but it’s still early and business haven’t sorted out there holiday haul yet. They will need to crunch some numbers to see if they can afford to add help. I hope it was a good year for them and they will pass their good fortune down to us; the unemployed. Yea I know what I just implied, the dreaded “voodoo economic plan” of the Regan years. We know it doesn’t work, it didn’t work then and I’m quite sure it won’t work now but maybe greed will.
During the holidays businesses hire more people to help you spend your money and it works, now we need them to remember that and keep an adequate staff that will help you spend your money. I was at Target and they were talking about their sales goals, they were close so they didn’t cut hours for that week, and it was a blessing because they were doing inventory. What businesses fail to realize if you only keep a skeleton crew you lose business; nobody likes being ignored while they are shopping and in need of an item, shoppers just get frustrated and leave, they don’t have the time anymore; we’ve all seen the abandoned carts and understand why they were abandoned.
Let’s hope we get our economy moving and it will turn into an employee market. That works better for most of us, this employer market sucks. Well the year is young and lets all pray things turn around.
The other thing I’m going to do this year is drop the dead weight of my pretend friends. If they don’t make me feel good about being alive I’m going to let them go. Friends should add something positive to your life, not drag you down and never ever enjoy your pain; and yes I have allowed people like this in my life. I don’t know why, I didn’t want anything from them; I just accepted the crap they dished out and crawled back for more. Well this year I intend to have a little more self worth and keep the friends that make me happy and say good bye to those who don’t.
It’s a New Year and time to clean my house or temple if you prefer. I know none of it will be easy; the work done to reach to my goal will be worth the effort. I’ll have a job/career and true friends that will help me be a better person or citizen of the planet if you prefer. I pray this year will be a winner filled with a good job and close good friends. I pray that I learn how to be a good friend and a worthwhile employee.
We will see how it goes, this is only day four of the New Year and so far so good. I’m off my back and cutting myself some slack. I haven’t found a job to apply for yet, but it’s still early and business haven’t sorted out there holiday haul yet. They will need to crunch some numbers to see if they can afford to add help. I hope it was a good year for them and they will pass their good fortune down to us; the unemployed. Yea I know what I just implied, the dreaded “voodoo economic plan” of the Regan years. We know it doesn’t work, it didn’t work then and I’m quite sure it won’t work now but maybe greed will.
During the holidays businesses hire more people to help you spend your money and it works, now we need them to remember that and keep an adequate staff that will help you spend your money. I was at Target and they were talking about their sales goals, they were close so they didn’t cut hours for that week, and it was a blessing because they were doing inventory. What businesses fail to realize if you only keep a skeleton crew you lose business; nobody likes being ignored while they are shopping and in need of an item, shoppers just get frustrated and leave, they don’t have the time anymore; we’ve all seen the abandoned carts and understand why they were abandoned.
Let’s hope we get our economy moving and it will turn into an employee market. That works better for most of us, this employer market sucks. Well the year is young and lets all pray things turn around.
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