Welfare Natzi: We can't help you. You make too much money.
Me: I get minimum wage and I go to school.
Welfare Natzi: Yeah, but you work two jobs.
Me: They're both part-time.
Welfare Natzi: Also, you have a car. That's considered a liquid asset.
Me: It's a 1981 Pontiac Bonneville. It has no A/C, the gas gauge doesn't work, there are no seat belts, the driver's side door won't open and only two of the four windows will go down. It's worth $5. Tops.
Welfare Natzi: Are you currently pregnant?
Me: Uhm, NO!
Welfare Natzi: That's too bad. If you were pregnant, we could definitely help.
Me: I can't afford the kid that I have now and you want me to have another?!
Welfare Natzi: I don't make the rules, I just follow them. Apply again if you lose your jobs or get pregnant.
Yeah. That interview for food stamps was a fucking eye opener. Here I was, a single mother, living in squalor, driving a kid around in a death trap, working two jobs, going to school and trying to make something out of myself. All I was asking for was a little bit of help FEEDING MY CHILD...but the fucking government could care less. The only way I could become a burden on society was if I was about to spew out another poor unfortunate soul from my loins. My conclusion: The system is fucked up.
Fast forward 16 years.
My family of 4 is now living in an apartment. Neither adult is working a REAL job. I've got my writing jobs and the ball shaving thing, but basically, we're living off of our savings until shit starts to "happen" for us.
For shits and giggles, the other day I decided to give this food stamps thing another try. It's got a fancy new name now (the "Lone Star Card") and you can apply online and whatnot, so I figured it must be all evolved and shit from the olden days. I figured wrong.
My "case worker" called for my required "phone interview" and after an hour of interrogation, she gave me the bad news.
Welfare Natzi #2: Your liquid assets (there's that term again!) put you way over the top. You have too much cash on hand. We can't help you.
Me: Your mean our savings?
Welfare Natzi #2: Yes. Unless it's in a 401K or something like that, it's considered "cash on hand".
Welfare Natzi #2: ...meaning, you can use it to live off of.
Me: That's what we're doing.
Welfare Natzi #2: Well, when it all runs out, feel free to apply again. Unless you're pregnant... if you're pregnant, we can probably help...
It was around that time that I hung up on the bitch. The system hasn't changed much in 16 years. I can't believe I wasted an hour of my life on that phone call. I could have been shaving a hairy man's back and making some CASH ON HAND... but nooooo.... I had to think there was a little bit of good left in the world!
That welfare natzi bitch owes me $50 for wasting my fucking time.
I wonder where I can go to collect?