Last Tuesday, "Chastity," 27, was having an unemployment freak-out (related to her part-time lesbian porn work, some pubic hair in a mason jar, and the value of a woman's labor in this economy). On this Tuesday she reports that some strains of unemployment angst can be soothed with the help of statistics.
I recently received an ominous letter in the mail from the Unemployment Office asking me to contact them about my eligibility for benefits.
After successfully navigating the telecenter's menu and hold line, I found out that my benefits had expired (I'd had a very short claim last winter when my last technical writing contract finished). I needed to open a new claim.
This process included a brief interview, which included one critical question: are you now or are you planning to enroll in school? Umm, yes? I explained about my web design course, which I was just taking in the evenings. The woman on the phone sadly told me she was forced to forward my claim to their auditing team. Which means I must now wait six weeks for their decision or until the end of my course—whichever comes first—before I can start receiving benefits again.
After my initial meltdown—sobbing and swearing—I got coldly logical: I am now poor. I don't have health insurance, I can't afford to replace my tattered winter coat, I have a dying elderly car that needs a thousand dollars of work if it is to keep running, I worry sometimes about paying for groceries, I've drained my savings. I am slipping into real poverty and despite doing every right thing—including blogging here, picking up the porn gig to help make ends meet, applying for every job I can find—I still can't support myself. In a fit of fury, I did some research into poverty standards for Washington and the nation. I had hoped I could use the data as some sort of validation of my struggle, or to bolster another grim argument about the availability of of low-income health care and food stamps—I don't qualify for either—but it actually cheered me up.
It turns out I'm not as poor as I thought. Well, I am, but not by any definition I could find. The 2009 Federal Poverty Level is $10,830 for a single adult—though few consider this a livable wage. Of more interest is the Self-Sufficiency Standard, the annual wage at which a person needs no additional support to survive. The most recent study I could find put this number at $1,673 per month in King County for a single adult. I get $1,844 on UI before taxes (after, I get $1,660). Once the increases go through, my monthly UI benefit before taxes will be $2,124. I am incredibly grateful for what I receive—even if the next month will be scary.
So, life could be much worse. I have two job leads from the last week where I've heard from the hiring managers that they are actively reviewing my application. I have a porn shoot coming up this weekend, which will help fill in the gaps, and I'm doing a little house-sitting in two weeks. It will be rough, but I should be ok. My fingers are crossed.
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Photo by Kelly O
Might I also suggest Totinos pizza - sure the toppings resemble dogfood, but at $1.69/750 calories, it's disgusting bargain.
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