Working-class citizen shares experiences
It was an interesting read and enlightening to hear of the struggles with poverty. Some of the exercise was not completely time-lined, and I understand it was for the sake of the experiment to prove a point.
Here is an exercise I do weekly: I go to bed at 9 p.m. in order to be ready for my next day at work. I hope I can fall asleep before my neighbors feel it is time to entertain a three-block area with their music, drinking and carrying on until wee hours of the morning. I can’t call the police in fear of retaliation, so I get as much sleep as possible.
Bell rings, I get up start my day. As I leave my house, I see the fast-food debris and broken bottles and empty beer cans I will have to clean up when I get home. My partying neighbors sleep the day away, as they are not gainfully employed, and get all the sleep they need for the next night’s activities.
My place of employment has downsized due to budget cuts. I am grateful for my day job and give the job my full attention. The bell rings, I then go to my part-time job or business to earn extra money so I can keep up with the tax burden my city has put on me.
As I travel through the city doing my second job, I swerve around disruptive teenagers blocking the street. Good thing they raised my school taxes. Maybe they can teach these children to respect the laws of the road. The bell rings, I head home to have dinner with my wife. After dinner, I cut my lawn and clean up the mess from the neighbors, as they slept all day. I am out working on my yard. I see my neighbors hanging out drinking and getting ready for another night of hard work.
The bell rings, I have to complete my work for my part-time job. Just another two hours and I get to relax for a while. Work is complete, finally, after a long day. I have a few peaceful, well-earned minutes to exhale. The bell rings, the neighbors decided to start the party early, music thumping, shaking the house. So much for relaxing.
This is a common story among many of the blue-collar workers who pay their taxes and try and hold onto the house they call home. I feel as though I am a prisoner in my home. I would be lucky to break even if I sold it. The good thing is I still contribute my tax dollars to make sure we have programs to assist folks in poverty. Where is the assistance for the average worker? Where is the help to live in a quiet and peaceful neighborhood? What about the folks that have to work two to four jobs to make ends meet and keep their homes?
I am not saying all people in poverty act like this, but it would seem that a workfare program would be more helpful than just giving assistance for housing, food, HEAP and all of the other government-subsidized programs. Then maybe, they would have to go to sleep at a decent hour to be ready for work.
A day in the life of a working class person in Schenectady that lives in Schenectady.