My son-in law, Dave, fell from the roof of a building he was working on this past Monday. He crushed his wrist sockets, which in turn mashed the median nerve in his right hand. He required emergency surgery at the University of Virginia Medical Center (U.Va).
The outlook is bleak, at best it will be a year and 5-6 operations before he can think about picking up a hammer again …at worst he could lose his hand (a good possibility at this point).
He made good money for this area ($15 an hour, “under the table”). Which means a personal check from the boss each week.
It also means he has no savings, no insurance and is not “in the system” since he has never paid a penny to SS and is not covered by workmans comp.
If I could cry, I would, but I quit crying a long time ago. Now all I can do is cuss. Damn it to hell, I just finished paying off my mortgage two months ago and was finally looking forward to getting a little ahead in life, now I have a daughter and two grandsons to worry about.
Why in hell do people who work under-the-table think they are pulling one over on the system. The only people they’re fucking are themselves and their familys. They are going to lose everything they have and I am not in the financial situation right now to take on a family of four.
I won’t let them live in a car or a shelter, but at the same time, I can’t share a house with them (been there, it doesn’t work), I am too set in my ways and after all, I am a hermit. The only alternative is to let them have my house since it’s paid off and move to a small apartment.
People, GET REAL, you might make a lot of money working under-the table, but these days that just doesn’t cut it. Sooner or later it’s going to catch up with you and you’re going to be out on your ass in the street. Get a real fucking job with some fucking benefits!!!
Thanks for listening, wish I could say I feel better, but it still sucks.