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May 23, 2007



"I used to believe that my intelligence, my ability to think and analyze, to teach, to write, to work hard, to raise bright children, my education, somehow these things at long last would earn me a living wage. But none of them do."

I used to think so, too, TM. Tis not so.

And, well, sorry, but I hate John right now. Sorry.

We're being punished, TM; that much is clear. I know you know what I mean.


Bleh. I know exactly what you mean. But hey! Did you know that if you transfer The Balance from Card A to Card B two days before Card B's bill cycle date, you miss the cutoff for a minimum payment on Card B the next month and get to skip a month? If the balance transfer fee is capped out, usually it'll amount to less than the amount of a minimum payment, too. Whoo fucking hoo, no? I'm just sayin.

Also, Thing Two gets SSI for being autistic? I recently applied for it for my "Thing Two," but didn't hold out much hope. Sweet.


Going to really comment over there at the new well sprung of blogland. Good lord. Well sprung and well hung are just three letters different.


TM this is a great post. It's one of the best I've read on the internet in a long time.


Heather, this is a beautiful and tragic post. I was moved to tears. I think it should be on the front page of the newspaper and excerpted everywhere that people discuss "the plight of the working poor" in a detached way while sipping lattes, and in meetings where well-meaning but ingnorant employers wonder why employees allow their personal lives and child care crises to get in the way of putting in a full day's work...

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