I know that $10 an hour seems like a lot for someone who didn’t go to college. I get that. Really. I do. And yes, I could go without a cell phone, except that I signed a contract with Sprint and the fuckers are gonna charge me $200 if I cancel it - and I kinda need it, now that I’m going to be walking to work every day.
I know that Internet may not seem like a requirement to you, except that I need it for both of my jobs. Oh, sure, you could talk about how then I could have my employer pay it, but they won’t, because they’re stingy bastards, and because instead of paying it they’ll just knock that part of my job off and give me $2 less an hour.
I know my laptop isn’t a neccesity. I got the loan for it when I was in a much better financial situation, and I got it to build my credit. I can’t default on it, because then I’ll get dragged to court, AND ruin any chance I ever have of trying to build my credit. It only costs sixty bucks a month anyway, which isn’t that bad considering how much my CAR loan costs (the car, incidentally, I have to get rid of, so I guess I just get to walk my happy ass two and a half miles to work every day - right as it’s getting ready to snow. Thanks a bunch, assholes).
That said - my boyfriend doesn’t even come into the picture here. All of the bills are in my name, as is the apartment. His income is negligible because he got hurt - and before you ask, NO, motherfuckers, he doesn’t qualify for workman’s comp. Besides, where do you get off asking about his income? We aren’t married.
No, I don’t have kids. Don’t look at me like that.
I want to know why I got turned down for food stamps. Do you know how much pride I had to suck down to even apply for them? The idea of being on welfare of any kind horrifies me, but God damn it, I need to eat. Saltines don’t exactly nourish you, now, do they? Why is it that I, who works two jobs and actually attempts to make my own way through life, who actually takes reproductive responsibility instead of spreading my legs to anyone who comes around and popping out with a new baby every year, who actually expects very little from the people around her, who actually knows the meaning of the word “budget” and refuses credit card offers because she knows they’d get her into trouble - why am I being punished, when I know several welfare moms who haven’t worked a day in their life because they just sit around, popping out more babies? I didn’t want much - a little extra food with some actual nutritional content. Not much! Twenty or thirty extra dollars towards food a month would help me so much, I can’t even begin to express it. I’d do it on my own, except that I’m not allowed overtime at either of my jobs.
I’m not asking you to pay my fucking rent. I’m not asking you to pay my utilities. I’m not asking you to give me a huge wad of cash every month that I’m going to blow on drugs and gambling. No. Just some food stamps. That’s it. I’m not going to sell them - I’m too cheap to sell them (the going rate for food stamps is two for one - two foodstamps for one dollar). And HOW DARE YOU act like I should be having kids? Do you think that I am somehow worthless unless I’m pushing out more useless wastes of space that I wouldn’t even be able to feed? HUH? How fucking dare you, you worthless, piece of shit bitch! If I had kids I’d go talk to WIC before coming to try and get food stamps - they’re nicer.
In short, State of Nevada Welfare Division, I hope the terrorists come after you next.
~Tasha