Exhaustion
I am incredibly tired. I worked 60 hours in about 5 days last week, and this week is only slightly better. What little free time I have left is spent negotiating a tangled web of condescending social workers, teachers, and doctors who we get to deal with as punishment for relying on low-income assistance for most of our basic needs. I can vaguely understand why people who service the poor might resent someone who appears to be milking the system, but it's not my fault that working an inhuman amount of hours in a sweltering kitchen does not provide a living wage, and I am really fucking tired being treated like every basic human need fulfilled is a tremendous favor which I and my children are very lucky to receive, however untimely or rudely it was provided.
Today I read some idiot in the "Speak Out" section of the local free newspaper blaming the 40% of Americans who are too poor to pay income tax for destroying the economy. As if my measly tax return, a drop in the bucket of corporate greed sucking bailout money, would have offset the endless parade of overpaid executives and corporations receiving amounts of welfare that crackhead-single-mom stereotypes can only dream of.
The upside of getting kicked while I'm down is that it really gets the creative juices flowing. I'm writing tons of songs these days.
Today I read some idiot in the "Speak Out" section of the local free newspaper blaming the 40% of Americans who are too poor to pay income tax for destroying the economy. As if my measly tax return, a drop in the bucket of corporate greed sucking bailout money, would have offset the endless parade of overpaid executives and corporations receiving amounts of welfare that crackhead-single-mom stereotypes can only dream of.
The upside of getting kicked while I'm down is that it really gets the creative juices flowing. I'm writing tons of songs these days.