Dela applies for Food Stamps: Part 1
I spent last friday at the Food Stamps office up in the one-hundred and nineties. The weather was cold and rainy. I decided to take the bus. Its located in a very plain two-story building. I walked into the wrong part of the building at first. The sign on the wall said that is was for job training. This room was square with a wide open empty space in the center. A few people were lined up at booths talking to people behind a glass partition. The lighting in the room was emitted a pale yellow glow off the glaring white floors. I asked a guard at the door where the food stamps office was and he directed me outside and to the next door.
Out into the pouring rain I went again. The next door was a black door with no handles and the one after that had a plaque on it that was not very noticeable. On it was written the Food Stamps and some other inscriptions that were unnoticeable. The office opens at 8:30am and I arrived at 10am. I walked into the waiting room and immediately saw a line and walked to the back of it. I quietly asked the woman in front of me if this was the line for food stamps. She said yes but I should double check with the security guard. Since i was the last person in line...I saw no problem in leaving the line to ask. The security guard asked me if I had my application and I told her that I had everything.
The waiting room is partitioned away from the work space of the case workers. The floor is the same cream colored floor that I remember from the public school classrooms. The waiting room is filled with various desks and chairs of varying levels of brokenness that you would find in a New York City public school as well. The wall partition is a half wall partition. It is about 6 feet tall and the wood material my uncle George made my first outdoor tree house from. There is a swinging door with a glass window and when you look through you see a large number of government employees buzzing around printers, filling out forms and whizzing through carrying files in their hands.....
TO BE CONTINUED...
Out into the pouring rain I went again. The next door was a black door with no handles and the one after that had a plaque on it that was not very noticeable. On it was written the Food Stamps and some other inscriptions that were unnoticeable. The office opens at 8:30am and I arrived at 10am. I walked into the waiting room and immediately saw a line and walked to the back of it. I quietly asked the woman in front of me if this was the line for food stamps. She said yes but I should double check with the security guard. Since i was the last person in line...I saw no problem in leaving the line to ask. The security guard asked me if I had my application and I told her that I had everything.
The waiting room is partitioned away from the work space of the case workers. The floor is the same cream colored floor that I remember from the public school classrooms. The waiting room is filled with various desks and chairs of varying levels of brokenness that you would find in a New York City public school as well. The wall partition is a half wall partition. It is about 6 feet tall and the wood material my uncle George made my first outdoor tree house from. There is a swinging door with a glass window and when you look through you see a large number of government employees buzzing around printers, filling out forms and whizzing through carrying files in their hands.....
TO BE CONTINUED...