As some of you know, I live at home with my mother. I never saw the point in moving out (except while I was away at college) as it would be too much money to do so. Seriously, $500 a month for rent before utilities and internet? No thanks. I already have enough bills to take handle that was accumulated in order to survive through college whilst working full time and having a full 18 credit hour course load. I also have a great relationship with my mother and she’s a pretty awesome roommate.
However, there’s always been a long standing rule in the house since we were younger. We as kids did not have to pay rent as long as we were in school full time. Well, college is over. I have the two expensive pieces of paper to prove it. Unemployment is over, and I have a job I enjoy and which is consider life-sustaining. So now that I have that decent paying job, it’s time to pay rent.
Ruh roh ‘Raggy.
Actually, it’s not too bad. I made a deal with my mother that my rent would be paid through home improvements. Things that have had to be put on hold because other more pressing things have come up (like that pesky back porch that crumbled away because the guy that we paid to put it in was a complete dumb ass). This will probably mean that I’m paying more than one month’s rent at a time. I’m okay with that. Why?
My mom’s thrilled, and I’m happy to help even more around the house.
What do you think of the arrangement? Fair?
Count those Raindrops!
I’m finding life a little hard to handle at the moment. I’m not quite sure if it’s solely due to my prolonged unemployment status, but I’m pretty sure that has a hand in it. I find that as I’m going through the motions, things just don’t feel the same. I find myself doing chores around the house, being more aware of my mess and trying to keep things clean, but I blame that on muscle memory after these months of doing nothing but house chores. Unfortunately, I don’t see myself doing much else.
My art has stagnated, and as such my commission list is suffering as I seem to have hit an artist block and just can’t quite make my layouts right. This is making me angry, but only just, because it’s more of a “I need to get this done and sent to the buyer” than “you know this crap” kind of thing.
My reading has slowed. In fact, its at a dead stop. Perhaps I should consider renewing my library card and finding a few books that will interest me. I would so love to jump back into my all-time favorite children’s mystery series of Encyclopedia Brown again now that I’m older and see if I can get the clues and know what happen before the reveal. Yes, I reread books, and yes, I like young adult fiction. Truly though, if you haven’t read that series, I implore you to do so. Donald J. Sobol was a genius and I one day hope to get my kids to read his timeless stories. It’s fitting, that I have this craving to read his series as it’s the one year anniversary of his death.
But I’m digressing… I feel like I haven’t done much, and I feel like I’m not going anywhere. In truth, this isn’t just a physical matter, as I really haven’t done much and really haven’t gone anywhere in the past eight months. For a girl who was living a lifestyle of 18 credit hours a semester, 40 hour work week… that’s crazy. It’s like going 100 miles per hour and immediately slamming on the brakes, only to crawl to a slow and steady pace of 5 miles per hour. I’m going nuts.
I know this has affected my writing in the last few weeks as well as the stagnation seems to cling to me as bad as this 90% humidity we’re currently having. I sleep in because I know I have nothing to do that day, so why bother? I take a nap after lunch because it makes time pass faster.
I truly cannot wait to start a job. I really can’t. I have always been that type of person that if I don’t have something to do constantly, I end up becoming a total bum. I lose creativity, ingenuity, willpower. I lose motivation faster than a leaky bucket, Eliza. Seriously, let’s get this train a rolling, because I can’t take much more without screaming.
And perhaps that’s what I’m doing here… screaming. Screaming to the world the frustration of the unemployed. The frustration of a college grad who cannot find a job. The frustration of being in debt and knowing that my emergency fund in dwindling. Just sheer frustration and I’m afraid it’s going to become desperation and I’m just going to take any ol’ job and throw my self-worth out the window.
Count those Raindrops.
I told you awhile ago that my mother was shopping around for cell service but that pretty much meant sticking with our current provider. I also told you that we were able to update our service plan, get everything that we possibly wanted (and more) for a cheaper price. Low and behold, that happened.
I also told you that we were told that we could update my phone for no charge. Well.. not so much. In fact, as it turns out, we should updated my phone before we went to the new service plan. If we had done that, we would have most certainly been given a new phone for free. I’m beyond upset at this. Not because I need a new phone, I don’t. It upset me that we had to deal with someone who had no idea what they were talking about, and lead us on. My mother was upset as well.
My mother still insisted on paying the $400 over the course of the next few months to get me one however. I truly love my mother, and when I get a job, I will work my butt off for the next year to make sure she gets every cent of that cost back. It might take a little convincing, but it will happen. Anyway, the problems didn’t stop there. My mother paid a good amount for the phone to be shipped, and we were under the impression that it would it arrive within a few days. It didn’t.
After three weeks, we called the cell provider once again. Operator #3 had to hand over her call to Supervisor #1 as my mother was very angry and wanted to know what had happened. Seems Operator #2 forgot to tell us about an email that we had to answer within 24 hours of us ordering the phone and providing an electronic signature. As my mother never checks her email but once in a blue moon, this never happened so the order was cancelled. Ugh. I’m telling yah, I do like this provider, I really do… but right now they are just all over the place in their management of their service through their policy transition that people like us end up falling through the cracks and having these stupid little things to follow. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt this one time, as they have always been great before, but if it continues… well I’ll just have to find an alternative if only to get away from this provider.
The headache of that mess is now over and has been for about a month, so I can now say that I own a new smartphone. It’s pretty, and I love that I can catch up on all the wordpress bloggers that I follow with such a simple app wherever I am. It certainly comes in handy when I need a bit of a pick me up or have a craving for a little bit of reading.
Moral of the story: be careful what you’re doing when you update your service. If your current service provides free stuff, get it first and then switch to the cheaper alternative.
Count those Raindrops!
Since I’ve been unemployed, it’s been interesting seeing how people view this particular aspect of life. There have been many sides that I can see and identify, and I’d like to share some of those with you.
Pity is perhaps one of the major emotions that seems to come across a person’s face when you tell them that you’re unemployed. I truly can’t stand it. I’m not someone who enjoys being the subject of such an emotion and find it very condescending. Honestly, pity really isn’t going to help me or anyone else who is unemployed.. unless you have a decent job hiding in your hand, I’d rather not face it. I have no problem for some empathizing, saying “Man, I’ve been there… chin up, it’s going to work itself out sooner or later, just keep looking and holding out for the best job for you.” No, I certainly don’t have a problem with empathy, but pity? Ha. I can completely understand why those who are unemployed keep that card close to the chest.
The next emotion is contempt. Pure and ugly in its full form, contempt is probably the one I have most experienced since I became unemployed and did NOT jump straight to a fast food restaurant for a job. No, it’ s probably also because I actually had a legitimate reason to quit and won unemployment as well. Yes, that most certainly has to be it. The possibility of someone like me being on unemployment is atrocious to some people, and they are happy to say so. My younger brother seems to have caught a bit of this as he seems to think that all I do is sleep, play video games, and watch television. Now I admit I do this, but I did it when I was working too. Instead, I spend a great deal of time on the internet searching for a job, I sell things on Amazon and Ebay and am constantly packing and shipping items at least twice a week because things are graciously picking up at a time when I truly needed it, and I clean. Yes, I am trying to make things better in the house and make it easier on those who live with me. If my mother has an almost empty pot of coffee, I make it. If tea needs to be brewed, I do it. If the bathroom needs cleaned, or if I get a phone call from my mother asking me to run and errand for her.. I’ll gladly do so.
Now sometimes I’m not the best at cleaning. I’ve admittedly laxed this last week and a half because I’ve been fighting off something (or somethings) that have been brought home from the working folk in my home. I seem to be sleeping a lot more and find myself burning up, breaking a fever, or freezing the next. It hasn’t been fun these last few days, and I can’t wait to strengthen the immune system again by going to work.
Sadly, that’s the reaction I always have when someone confronts me with contempt about being unemployed. I feel I always have to justify myself, and I hate it.
The last emotion that I face is apathy. I find it overwhelmingly comforting and frustrating at the same time. Comforting in the fact that I am not facing either contempt or pity, but frustrating that the person is so apathetic about the situation that they do not care about the overall picture. I am not the only one unemployed. The unemployment rate is facing epic proportions. Since there are so many out there that have run out of unemployment, they are no longer being counted in the statistics. I am fairly certain that the unemployment is much higher than people would want us to believe, and that frustrates me. How can we fix it? Why can’t we fix it? If we are truly one of the best countries in the world, why can we not take care of our own? Why can we not take care of our orphans, our hungry, poor, our homeless? Why can we not focus on the home front before we focus somewhere else? The living standards may be different, but that does not mean that our own are any less destitute. It does not mean that they are going hungry or facing the horrid conditions of being homeless.
How can we fix it? And why are so many of you out there apathetic? Why are so many out there not even blinking an eye?
Count those Raindrops!
I told you guys before that my mother had knee surgery in November. She’s been on medical leave ever since.
In December she went to the doctor and was told that she would not be able to go back as soon as she had hoped. She was honestly thinking that she would be back in her store a couple of days after Christmas, but here we are. I’m glad she had some more time to heal and build back the strength in her knee. Honestly, I’m afraid that she’ll blow the knee she just got fixed again as we wait for the next knee surgery to be scheduled. She’s going to be on her feet 10-12 hours a day, and a lot of twisting and bending happens. I think the doctor was a little worried too, so he extended her leave to January 10th, where she’ll be going back to see if she can be released and get back to work.
You see, the worry is still going to be there for another eleven months. Why? Because as stated by the company policy and the Federal Medical Leave Act, she is a necessary employee because she is a manager. To insure that her job is secure and that she will not be replaced or moved to another store, my mother will have to wait until next November to get her other knee fixed. This sucks, a lot. The only reason she had her left knee operated upon in the first place was because she was favoring the right too much and ended up blowing out the left in an even shorter time than it took for her to injure the right.
But my mother is going to insist on getting back to work when she goes to the doctor tomorrow, even if he thinks she still needs some time and additional physical therapy. I’m hoping he’ll release her but give her restrictions.
We’ve been able to get a lot of things done and have enjoyed our alone time together since she’s been home and I’ve been unemployed, but I’m really hoping that she gets cleared to go back to work tomorrow. I think she is too. That’s not to say that we’re getting on each others’ nerves now, but as soon it became January, she has only been receiving 60% of her weekly paycheck as per company policy. I think the stress of that plus the drama that has been creeping into the store since her absence is taking its toll and my mother wants to get back to work, straighten things back, and once again get that extra 40% she’s been missing since the beginning of the year. And that 40% most certainly adds up when the medical bills are piling up as well as the other bills are needed to be paid.
Count those Raindrops!
When I quit my job in November, I applied for unemployment. I applied for dissatisfaction of the workplace and figured I wouldn’t get it. However, I still had to try right? I was told that I had an actual standing 50/50 chance to get unemployment just because I honestly had a reason why I had to quit. Well, I followed through with the paperwork, I have been applying for jobs and filling out vouchers.
Earlier this month, I was paid.
I couldn’t believe it at first, honestly, how many people do you know who quit their job because of dissatisfaction of the workplace and win unemployment? I don’t think I know anyone. And yet somehow, I was receiving unemployment benefits. It still blows my mind. Yes, I was going to be forced to transfer to a dysfunctional store, yes I was going to be travelling an extra 50 minutes a day in addition to the 65 minutes I already traveled a day for work. Yes, I was not offered any additional compensation and was already putting 1/3-1/2 (depending on how many calls I received and had to go back to work) of my paycheck back into my gas tank. Yes… I knew all of that.
But I don’t know anyone who has quit his/her job and received unemployment. I had a great argument as to why I had to quit, sure, but wow!
I haven’t wanted to tell you all about this earlier, because I wasn’t sure if my former employer was going to be appealing the decision. It already took three weeks for the decision to be made, and the former employer had until the 20th of December to appeal. So far, I have received nothing in the mail saying I have to go to an appeal hearing, and we’re keeping our fingers crossed.
Wish me luck guys, because honestly, if I really do have these benefits for 26 weeks, this buys me time. It gives me more than enough to pay my car payment and a good chunk of my credit card debt every month. With the additional income that I have been trying to earn by selling unneeded items from my personal collection as well as my art, I am hoping to be able to round that out.
Count those Raindrops!