What’s this woman’s story?
Degree: BA in Creative Writing. I want my MFA, but I can’t afford it.
Debt: $20,000 in student loans (AFTER receiving merit scholarships that required a 3.7 GPA – I was a Cum Laude graduate.)
$10,000+ in credit card debt (from the unemployed years, part one.) I can’t afford to pay any of it. Creditors call every day.
JOB LOST: laid off by large prosperous law firm in 2009. Since then, I have not been able to find a steady job, part or full-time.
Unemployed years, part two: I WAS HOMELESS. I moved 3,000 miles away from my home to try to get a job. Any job. Because of moving, I lost my unemployment. The economy is worse here.
I have been trying to find a job for 2 YEARS. Not even a good job. Just A JOB. No luck.
FIRED FROM: one part-time job because i was SEXUALLY ASSAULTED and wouldn’t shut up about it. (I live in a fire-at-will state.)
My Dad: had to declare bankruptcy after over 30 years of being in business successfully. His house was foreclosed upon.
My Mom: is one paycheck away from complete disaster. My step-dad was just diagnosed with cancer. I’m terrified that this crisis is going to bankrupt them, too.
My Partner: has lost 40 pounds that did NOT need to be lost, because we can’t always afford to eat.
Me: months behind on rent.
[I am] bipolar [and have] asthma. [I] can’t afford meds. I have no health insurance. I have no prayer of health insurance, even if I could afford it. I have preexisting conditions.
I AM A HEALTHY 27 YEAR OLD WHO CAN’T GET INSURANCE.
Medicaid won’t accept me because I can’t prove my income. Ditto for food stamps.
I only have part-time work – usually about one day a week. Sometimes, far less. I can only work when I get hired for gigs. And sometimes, the gigs just aren’t there.
I have been a stripper to pay bills & rent, and to EAT. Until that money dried up, too.
I’m overqualified for the jobs I can get, so I don’t get hired. I’m qualified for the jobs I want, but the publishing industry isn’t hiring.
We have condiments in the fridge, ice packs in the freezer. I ate yesterday because I worked a gig which fed us.
WE ARE THE 99%. And we are being screwed.
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