Two times in one week I find myself in a place I never imagined I’d be: the Social Services office. Everyone in here looks sullen and depressed. The picture below is really how people look with kids laying everywhere.
In my head I keep singing, “I don’t wanna go here, we should never go here.” (In my Chris Brown voice)How did I get here? I’ve always been a person who loved to work. My dad is the hardest working man I know and I definitely have his work ethic. From the time I was 16 to 26, I held two jobs. I loved to shop and wasn’t afraid to work hard for the many, many things I wanted. Now that I am unemployed, I find myself part of “the system”. I receive unemployment wages, I signed up for Obamacare aka Medicaid and now I was at the Social Services office applying for food stamps. I have to admit it hurt my pride a little bit. As I sat around the waiting room and looked at the people, I kept thinking, “I’m not like them,” but in reality, I was just like them. We all were there for some type of support from the state. So this is my life now, but I want out of the system. I’m not someone who has resigned themselves to forever receive public assistance. But in the meantime, I plan to take advantage of all the support out there for me. I think I’ve earned it these past 15+ years.
This visit, I take a seat amongst the 30 other people waiting and pray that they call my number soon. I scan my emails looking at the latest job posts and flag the ones I want to apply to later. Within five minutes, my number is called. Hallelujah I provide proof of my citizenship and then dash out the door into fresh air.