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I've seen a lot. Too much.
How we treat each other as human beings seems to have fallen by the wayside as we gaze into our individual screens as we walk down the street.
It seems more important to film somebody bleeding on the ground, than to help somebody bleeding on the ground.
We are a society that puts locks on trash cans filled with food, and fines the unemployed and homeless for being unemployed and homeless.
We attack and legislate against people who don't love, eat, dress or even sleep the same as we do.
These are the types of stories I like to tell. These are the stories I think need to be told.
I was gainfully employed until March 2009. I was the hardest working Temp in Portland, Or. from 2005 to 2009.
Then I got "the call". Don't come back. No longer needed. Not going permanent.
I spent all of the rest of the year and most of the next sending out resumes and going to the three interviews I got from them. No job.
Then I go "the call" from the Unemployment Office. We can' renew you, you've been unemployed more than 99 weeks.
After loosing my apartment, 95 % of everything I owned, 100% of my savings and my cat of 13 years (the only thing that mattered) I entered into a miasma of couch surfing and demeaning welfare appointments in Los Angeles.
I asked myself; "Is this it? Is this what I worked all this time for?" I came in early, stayed late, wore a shirt and tie and my pants were pulled up! Why don't I have a job?
I decided I wasn't taking this lying down. I'd written three ebooks, I could write more. I started an Internet Radio Show for the Unemployed; The New 99er on Blog Talk Radio.
I will have a home again. I will have what I've always wanted. And what I've always wanted can't be outsourced. I don't do lazy.