You guys, I’m set to have made less than $5,400 this year. Even with the $5,000 difference between my loans and my savings that makes me have a net of $10,400 this year. The national poverty line for an individual is $9,573. The deparment of labor’s minimum self-suffciency level for the greater Bay Area is $12,400 (Sacramento’s is about a thousand bucks less). I’m trying my best to live on my income and not piss away the only thing I can ever expect to fall in my lap, and I get called “the privledged poor”.
You want to know about my TV? I got a $30.00 one from a thrift store, and it EXPLODED. You want to know about my cat? I don’t know because I had to give him away because I could no longer afford an apartment and went to sleep on someone I barely knew’s couch. You want to know about my wardrobe? I used to shop at thrift stores, then I started going on 50% off days at the thrift store. Now I just wear the same pair of pants and rotate my three nice sweaters to work and hope my bosses don’t notice the stains. I’ll even tell you about my vaction- I stayed in $1.50 a night hotel rooms- all with cockroaches, some without running water or electricity. I took twenty cent long-distance bus rides crammed cheek-to-cheek with Indians and the produce/goods/livestock they were taking to the market all over the nation. I ate at every forty-cent dhaba (truck stop restraunt), in a land where health and safety regulations are pretty much unknown. And I had the best time of my life.
What do you guys want from me, blood? Don’t think I havn’t tried to sell it!
Nothing I do on ten thousand bucks (much less the six thousand that I actually live on) a year makes me anything but broke off my ass. Is it my fault? yes and no. I don’t think it’s my fault I was unemployed for six months, which really fucked things up for me. I applied to everything in town- from Taco Bell to law firms. I replied to every want ad I was vaguely qualified for. I posted my resume on Craig’s List for months straight. Nothing I did got me hired. I could have moved, but a moving is a big risk. I could easily have ended up uneployed for another six months and out the moving costs (which can get pretty high when you don’t drive). I did choose to go to India. If I hadn’t, I’d be a couple thousand dollars richer- still not enough to make it up to the Department of Labor’s standard and frankly if I give up oppertunities like that it’s not even worth trying to get by in life.
The Straight Dope is a conflicted place for me. I look back at some of the generocity I experienced here when I was going through my seriously unemployed and depressed period and think that there are some hidden angels here. I enjoy coming here for news, debate, and to give me things to think about and a chance to formulate opinions. But at other times I look at how people who are largly in comfortable positions decend upon those who are experiencing things like depression, poverty, disiilusionment or other strife and basically tear them to pieces. There is very little room here for people that threaten the worldview of the whole- which is often an I-got-mine attitude. I’m thinking people like AHunter3, who is finding his own path through mental illness, or Vanilla, who has shared her trials with life and religion with good faith. I think the Dope on a whole would be better off acknowledging that the path that lead to their current life isn’t the only way through life and a middle-class existance isn’t the goal for everyone. Some of us have to work these things out for ourselves and some of our paths will never be easy.
As for my life, I’m still sticking to the plan of making a short, getting it in a festival and figuring out a career from there. I’m still considering graduate school, with journalism as the most likely path, but I’m still not sure about that. I’ve gotten a crash course in the real world these last few years. I never expected to struggle with putting food on my plate. I never thought I’d be working the same jobs I worked in high school for pocket change at the age of twenty four. I’ve had to deal with the fact that most my friends have huge cash reserves, good job connections or steady help from their parents- I’m the only one I’m close to that is struggling like this. I’m hoping the move in February signals the end of this era, but there is always the chance that I won’t find work and things will get worse. The depression hit me hard, and I don’t think I’ve regained all of my old can-do attitude and inspiration. But I’ve got a better understanding of the world and I feel much much older than I was when I stepped off of the graduation stage. I’ve got some doubts that I still have it in me. My world was shattered, and now that I’ve put it back together it feels a lot more fragile and unsure.
But I have faith in who I am and hope that I’m still the same girl that dazzled the world just a few years ago. I have faith that somehow I will be able to embrace my art again, I will find a purpose to life besides substinence and that all these lessons I’m learning will somehow add to that. My life diverged suddenly and wildly from the path it was on, and now it’s time to figure out how to really get where I want to be.