Spring Fund Drive
Thank God no one else has thought of this.
Anyway, I wouldn't be asking for this, considering that I never got into blogging with the slightest intention of making money from all this. After all, better than four years had gone by during which I'd staunchly refused to put up a Paypal button or to take any money from anyone for any reason.
Circumstances this past spring had compelled me to change my mind.
I've been on unemployment since early last month and between a third and a half of that has been eaten up by child support since the second week. I had a parttime job that paid me cash under the table until I lost that job just an hour ago. What's coming in from unemployment would be barely sufficient to pay my rent but not my utilities or to feed myself or my cat. All in all, it's been the perfect end to a perfect week that began turning into dog shit on Sunday night.
What makes this especially galling is that I was just fired by a shitbird Republican, a 25 year-old Town Selectman whose Mussolini reincarnation of a father had made my life a living hell for eight years. I know I did nothing wrong. But despite a wealth of physical evidence proving that shortages can indeed be fictional (they took $40 out of my wages, essentially screwing me out of about 5 hours of work. They think they're legally entitled to do that there), he chose to believe that I suddenly forgot how to competently do my job. So now he's going to be working 7 day weeks starting the day after tomorrow, culminating in a 12 hour shift. We'll see how long that lasts.
But whatever little satisfaction it gives me to see him cut off his own nose to spite his face doesn't make up for the fact that it's going to be very difficult for me to get a fulltime job on the books that can replace my unemployment. Any parttime job would automatically cut into my benefits if not outright obliterate them and I don't have a helluva lot of money in the bank on which to live.
I'm on foot, unable to afford a car hence unable to look for much outside of our depressed town that seems to feature more and more empty storefronts. It's hard enough for a guy my age to find a new fulltime job. It gets exponentially harder when your striking range is basically limited to a depressed downtown in which half the people have been squeezed out and the other half aren't hiring.
With my fiancee coming up late next month, I'll need whatever help I can get from you guys to help tide me over until I can somehow get a fulltime job and to get off unemployment. If just half my average daily readership contributed just fifty cents per person, that would be over $150 a day. I'm not even asking for nearly that much. I'm not asking for any set amount, only what you think is fair, affordable and reasonable.
So anything you guys could do would be greatly appreciated by me, Popeye, Barb and her cat Sweetie. Thanks in advance.
11 Comments:
I would contribute to you but I refuse to use pay pal. I've been burned using it before and I won't do it now or ever again. Perhaps other people feel the way I do.
Snail mail would work way better. Get a P.O. box.
Also, you might be alienating people who support you with all of the kvetching. Just a thought.
A lot of people are totally screwed right now and might not respond as sympathetically to you if it didn't appear you are feeling so sorry for yourself. (I do feel for you, by the way but the constant blaming of everyone else is a bit of a turn off, especially when you are so clearly gifted.) Sorry to say that because I don't want to hurt your feelings but hey.
You aren't the lone victim, we all are in one way or another. There are horror stories everywhere you look right now here in the good ol' U.S. of A.
Don't forget to look within. Everyone has to.
I love your blog and I feel for you but please consider snail mail. It is the only way I ever donate to blogs.
Good luck and believe in youself a little bit more, please. :)
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How do you know that other people aren't to blame, since you're clearly way on the outside looking in to the small window that I necessarily have to create. Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps I am being victimized by assholes? As with political/social matters, I don't flinch from the truth when writing about my own life.
I don't know that you aren't being victimized. It sure seems like you are. But what else can you say but Fuck 'em!
Sometimes when a door closes a window opens up somewhere else.
Maybe these people aren't worth your energy right now. I don't know. But you must realize your huge potential and not let the bastards get you down.
Right?
After having said that, I appreciate your honest immensely and have followed your blog from the beginning; way back.
I will contribute in a heartbeat. Just not via credit card online.
My getting this apt. that kept me out of a rooming house proved that I still had some baseline of luck. Getting that parttime job that I lost today just before I lost my fulltime job of 6 years was another example of a window opening.
Still, considering the way my life has turned out this past week, I have to wonder if my last minute luck of the Irish is about to peter out (No pun intended, Barb). It's a scary tightrope act I'm walking because this will involve at some point my fiancee not to mention two innocent animals.
If they were paying you under the table, how do they justify legally screwing you out of money?
I had a girlfriend for a few years in 90's when I swas earning $8 a hour in retail, which covered my rent & utilities & not much more. I had a crap car, she had a good one. She lived (when she felt like it) with her father & stepmother, who bought enormous amounts of good food her teenage stepbrother never ate & most of it ended up with me just before it would've been thrown out. Now I'm on SSD, but those were memorable years.
If they were paying you under the table, how do they justify legally screwing you out of money?
Good question but their answer was because they were paying me under the table. Officially, I never worked there so officially, there's no money involved. Besides, I was also collecting so I was acting as illegally as they were.
It's always been the kind of place where they take shortages out of peoples' paychecks. When the old man was alive, he'd make us sign waivers authorizing him to do so and I'm not even sure those were legal.
Even better than two years after his death, the family's still doing things the dysfunctional way the old man would've done it.
"With my fiancee coming up late next month"
You have a fiancee?
????
Getting sacked from your old job by a guy who didn't pay his utility bills and whose father used to chisel bits of peoples' salaries from them... Getting part-time work (with the same family?) where they paid you in cash under the table, avoiding the tax system that supports national defence, Social Security, etc... A decaying downtown filled with unemployed folks...
It's all corruption. Dishonesty. Cheating. Decline. The U.S. is now based on grifting, a nation of scammers flipping hamburgers for each other while pinching little bits of the meat to pop into their mouths, hiding the surreptitiously smaller burger under a too-big bun before handing it to the customers and trying to short-change them at the till...
DEVO had it right in the 1970s -- "devolution." I see even clearer why you've called the blogs "Pottersville." If there was a God, I'd wish for her to help the USA. But there isn't, so she won't. I never thought I'd live to see the country crumble like this.
I reckon America will stumble along for another year, but 2010 will be the Summer of Rage. What does a country look like from space when it's burning?
You have a fiancee?
Yes. I announced it last month, I believe. You might have missed it when it got scrolled down.
What does a country look like from space when it's burning?
I'm tempted to say bright and beautiful but I won't. I still love this country.
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