We went grocery shopping today, and I spent 20 mintues in the checkout lane, due to a new/slow cashier, and the fact that he couldn’t figure out how to do EBT properly. He ran it through 4 times (with me getting huffier and huffier–is that a word?) stressing about the possibility of me being charged the amount due EACH TIME HE RAN THE EFFING CARD. This, if you are not familiar with EBT, would begin depleting our account of funds that we use to buy groceries. (This didn’t end up being the case, but still.)
And yes, I said it. My family and I use an EBT card, or what was formerly known as food stamps. With us being “lower income” it became necessary for us to get some help with budgeting/bills/groceries. I’ve done a lot of budget cuts to make things work, we’ve recently had our mortgage modified, we are getting food support from the county, and we’re on WIC. I find nothing wrong with using the resources when they are needed and available. It allows us to put food on our table and clothes on our kids.
What I do find wrong is people who look down on “people like us.” There are the people in the check out line behind us giving us dirty looks because we are holding up the line. There are those who give us looks of pity, which drives.me.insane. There are the people who give us looks that scream, “You lazy bastards, go out and get a job and stop wasting my tax money.” UGH. Don’t even get me started on those people.
I work my ass off. My husband works his ass off. We pay our bills the best we can and balance our budget the best we can. I don’t feel like we are entitled, by any means. We feed our kids, they have clothes to wear, we do fun things and have hobbies, we spend time as a family, we do all the normal things a family should do. I just feel like, sometimes…the “getting by” is so hard. I recently had a conversation with a friend about this same thing: money, bills, stress, etc. and I said something about “figuring it out,” in regards to bills getting paid when a paycheck hadn‘t been received on time. She said, “Some day we won’t have to ‘figure it out’ right?” HELL, YES. There will be a day. Until then I refuse to be ashamed.
And now, a song:
This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (it’s on the right side of her blog).
- Link up your post to Fadra’s blog entry.
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