PLEASE HAVE THIS FORM TRANSLATED IMMEDIATELY

So it says across the front of the trial summons delivered to me yesterday evening. I, and any “other unknown residents” have been named as Defendants in an action brought forward by my landlord who is seeking payment for the past two months’ rent.

I’ve not before seen a trial summons with my name attached as Defendant. It is a rather formidable looking document written, I am sure, with an eye to instilling a touch of awe and perhaps a bit of fear in those named as Defendants. While the document does not inspire any awe, fear is another matter…

Mother’s Day of 1984 it was when I moved into my home. That was 24-1/2 years ago. In that time I’ve been late with my rent a few times, have had to pay late fees on perhaps 12 occasions, but I’ve never ever NOT paid my rent. Until now…

While I am tempted to unleash a diatribe towards my landlord & their unthinking, uncaring actions in bringing forth this legal actions, I cannot find it in my heart to do so. Mostly because if I were in their place, I’d be doing the same thing. My rent IS past due and I have no means of raising the necessary monies to rectify the situation. The cause is just, if harsh, and not at all unexpected.

My situation is dire, but not completely hopeless. I’m almost certain that if I can raise the past due amount prior to the scheduled trial date, I may be able to negotiate and extension for November’s rent. I just don’t quite know how to manage that feat…

When Dominick’s let me go for reasons that remain unknown to myself, my sole source of “significant” income dried up. On the other hand, just this past Friday I landed a position with Office Team, a local temp agency. Six days later I am still awaiting my first assignment...

By my calculations I have 8 days remaining in which to raise my past due rent, negotiate an extension for November and basically put my life back together. If I fail, then in 11 days from now the Court will enter judgment against me, and sometime thereafter the Sheriff’s department will be along to put me out on the street…

So as not to end this missive on a completely sad & discouraging note, may I direct your attention to my title? That is a direct quote from the Trial Summons served on me yesterday evening. Ironically, that directive, like the remainder of the Summons, is written entirely in English…

Though it has turned bitter, the Harvest continues, my friends…

The Slide Continues

This has been something of a mystifying morning to me. Those of you who have followed my posts sinced I began this blog are aware I recently managed to land a part-time postion with Dominick's Deli department. Well, as recently as a month ago, anyway...

Things were going about as well as one could expect, from my point of view. The work was tiring, but not overly difficult. Most of my evening shifts were evenly split between servicing customers and cleaning. Occasionally, when things got exceptionally busy, my cleaning duties were left to last, but the customers always got my full & prompt attention.

Then, when I turned on my cell phone this morning I found a voice mail waiting for me from my Manager at Dominick's. I returned her call immediately and learned that "...it's just not working out..." and I shouldn't bother coming in for my Thursday evening shift.

In short, I was fired. A new experience for me - I'd never been fired from a position in my life before. I was somewhat taken aback, not having been given any indication my work efforts to date were less than expected. In fact, I had been under the impression I was doing very well.

Understandably confused, I asked her to clarify "Do you mean I no longer have a job?"

To which she replied "Exactly. Thanks for calling back and sorry it didn't work out." I then asked, still politely mind you, "Would you mind telling me why I'm fired?"

There was an awkward pause before she replied "...all I can say is it isn't working out..." Then she hung up.

Just that quickly my hopes that I might finally be on the right track to stopping the downward spiral my life's been taking were put to an end. For no better reason than "...it's not working out..."

I don't for one minute delude myself that I'm without fault here or that I didn't do something, if not wrong, at least not as right as I should have. Obviously something's wrong here, but I haven't a clue what.

I've made it a point to be on time, well groomed, and industrious in my duties. Customers always received my full & prompt, friendly attention. When I was unable to assist them, I asked for assistance - either from my co-workers or management.

"...it's just not working out..."

Now that's one hell of an epitaph, huh?

Little Ironies

It's long been an axiom that supply & demand are the two major factors in the pricing of a commodity.

Aluminum, say...

The price of aluminum is dropping, and dropping rather steadily I'm sorry to say. When I made my trip to turn in last week's harvest the price per pound had dropped by 5 cents to $0.55/pound. I turned in 24 pounds of aluminum cans last week and was compensated with a whopping $13.55 for my efforts.

This morning I took in another 24 pounds of aluminum cans and received $10.80 for my efforts. That's right, boys & girls, the price per pound for aluminum cans has dropped to $0.45 per pound since last week. That's a 25% drop from two weeks ago when the price was still $0.60/pound.

This recent drop in the price of aluminum at the scrap dealer frankly puzzles me. When dealing in most commodities, when an item becomes scarce, the price goes up. With autumn's arrival the number of picnics & other group events in the area parks & forest preserves has dropped rather substantially. Considering the cooling temperatures at this time of year, this is certainly no surprise.

It does however mean that there is far less aluminum available for harvesting, hence a smaller supply to be turned into the area recyclers & scrap dealers. I might also note that the number of harvesters has fallen off as well... (A small bright spot.)

So now we have a reduced supply of a commodity, being gathered by a smaller number of harvesters like myself, for which the price is less. According to my understanding of supply & demand in the marketplace that seems just plain backwards. The price per pound should be going up as the supply drops, not down...

Methinks it's going to be a long, hard winter...

Gob Smacked Saturday Night

It’s late Monday morning as I write this. I’ve still several hours before my first scheduled shift at Dominick’s begins, and though I’ve spent the morning looking for additional employment online, I need a break. This seems like a good time to share some few odd musings from this past Saturday.

Following my early morning harvesting in the Forest Preserves, I spent the rest of the day in the Elk Grove Village library. Working the job boards, peeking in on Model Mayhem, processing a couple TGO shots – my usual “library time” routine.

The library closes at 5:00 on Saturdays, so I got home around 5:30 that evening. I discovered a birthday party in progress next door. Very festive! Helium filled balloons were tied to the fence with crepe paper streamers strung between. Brightly colored posters & a Pin The Tail on The Donkey game were affixed to the shed in the rear. And a very bright red and yellow, star-shaped piñata was suspended from a rope strung between the shed and their tree in the front of the lot.

About a dozen or so kids from 4 to 14 years old were busy playing in the yard, while parents looked on and chatted quietly. Amongst other things, I could smell ribs cooking over charcoal, and the entire neighborhood could hear the salsa playing on the radio. A very happy scene…

The couch in my living room is situated next to the window overlooking their yard. This is where I sit when the light’s good enough to read by. The sill is wide enough to hold a coffee mug or can of soda and more days than not there’s a lovely breeze making for a very comfortable little reading “nook.”

Saturday evening I settled in with one of my favorite authors (Anne McCaffrey if it matters) and opened one of her many Pern novels. I didn’t get very far, though – the party next door was a happy & noisy one and I just couldn’t concentrate for more than a sentence or two.

After a while I gave it up and watched the kids playing in the yard, smiling at times – laughing at others. At one point one of the kids tripped while running & fell onto their sidewalk, and like the parents, I sat up a little straighter and was relieved to see him get up, only his pride injured – and that not badly.

My neighbors are from Mexico, and do not speak English – or at least not very much. It’s been way too many years since my last high school Spanish class, so we don’t speak often, or at all if I want to be completely honest here. Oh, we’re friendly enough – we nod hello in the mornings or evenings getting in or out of our cars, but language is definitely a barrier to any meaningful conversation.

But I digress…

I got to see the kids race around, playing Pin The Tail On The Donkey, Musical Chairs with hot, hot, hot salsa and even have sack races using tall kitchen can bags. Smiles & laughter were very definitely the order of the day.

All the while, the birthday boy’s father was manning the grill. Every few minutes or so he’d pull another short slab of ribs off the grill, cut them up into individual ribs and call out to the kids to come fix their plates…

When the sun started going down, it was time to start on the piñata. The kids all lined up to take turns, with the birthday boy’s mother at the front of the line with blindfold & stick ready. Dad got the ladder from the shed and started working the rope, raising & lowering the piñata at odd intervals, and the kids got started.

Each kid got to take 5 or 6 swings at the piñata, surrendering stick & blindfold to the next in line when it didn’t break & then going back to the end of the line to await their next turn. I lost count how many times the line changed over, but I’d say each of the kids got at least 4 maybe 5 turns at busting the piñata…

I was particularly impressed with how cheerful the kids were – especially when they failed to bust open the piñata. My cousins and I were never so cheerful when we failed so publicly at any task…

It took a good hour or so, but eventually the piñata was broken open and the candy came pouring out to the ground. All the kids mobbed the area, laughter and shrieks of joy drowned the radio’s salsa as the candy scramble began…

By this time it was well and truly dark & definitely time for me to fire up my Coleman Lantern and see about heating up a couple hot dogs for my own dinner. I was still chuckling at the kids antics as I sat down at the kitchen table to fire up my lantern.

My lantern’s got a few miles on it, so it can be a little tricky to get going. Once it’s fired up everything it works just fine, but getting it properly lit takes a bit of patience. The mantles were just beginning to glow when somebody knocked on my front door.

I cussed under my breath as I shut down the lantern’s fuel supply. Opening my door I found the birthday boy’s mother on my porch with two cans of pop & a plate of BBQ ribs. She’d brought along one of the other mothers along to translate who told me Jesus (the birthday boy) had seen me laughing & smiling at all the kids and thought it was only right that I get to share in his “Special Dinner” too…

I don’t think I’ve ever been so surprised or dumbfounded in my life. Nor so touched. I thanked both young ladies for the thoughtfulness, and tried to refuse the offering, but they weren’t having any of that. They simply smiled at me, set the plate & soda on my porch and walked away, waving & smiling all the while…

I brought the food & drinks in, set them on my table and sat there in the dark while tears rolled down my cheeks. I don’t believe I’ve ever been on the receiving end of such an act of kindness from what amounts to complete strangers before.

It was a good 20 minutes or longer before I noticed I was still sitting in the dark, and when I did, wonder of wonders, the lantern fired right up, just as if it were new out of the box. The ribs, by the way, were excellent, as was the ear of corn, the tamales & the two cans of pop they brought me…

I was even more bemused when my cell phone rang and I saw it was my friend Rachel calling. When I answered she told me I needed to email her my resume – she knew of a position opening up and thought perhaps I might be an ideal candidate for the job… We spent the next 45 minutes chatting, mostly about the job she knew of but also about Model Mayhem & her most recent shoot, but mostly about the job.

For the second time in less than an hour, I was well & truly gob smacked. So, no great moral lesson or point to be made here. No weighty issues to discuss or consider. Just my own reaction to being on the receiving end of two very thoughtful and considerate actions within an hour. A very great rarity in my life…

Oh, yes. I emailed my resume off just as soon as I could get this laptop in range of a WIFI signal Sunday morning… I am SO crossing my fingers!

Until next time, friends.

Perversity

In yesterday’s post I mentioned amongst other things that I’d finally landed a part time job working for Dominick’s. A bright spot… sort of. The down side is that it only pays $8.20/hour and at that pay rate – even with full time hours – I will need a second job just to pay current living expenses, let alone play catch up on overdue bills.

Still, it was the first positive I’ve had since beginning my unemployment odyssey in April. It was a start & I was prepared to make the most of it. Between that income, the ongoing proceeds from my Aluminum Harvesting & my Food Stamp allotment, I felt there was at least a light at the end of the tunnel…

Today it was driven home to me that that light was mounted to a train engine.

The State of Illinois, through the offices of the Department of Human Services – those fun loving folks who administer the Food Stamp program - struck a telling blow.

My Food Stamp allotment has been discontinued. When my LINK card was issued to me & was told I needed to mail my caseworker copies of my electric bill and my bank statement. She supplied me with a SASE to with which to mail those documents to her. I put that envelope to use on the Thursday before Labor Day.

The USPS never delivered them to DHS. Lacking those documents she put the kibosh on my Food Stamps. I’m now a non-entity as far as DHS is concerned. My account has been closed for non-compliance on my part.

I understand the State has a set of Rules & Regulations the State Workers have to comply with lest they find their asses in line alongside of my own. Fine – I knew that when I applied for assistance, knew it when I went through the approval dance and I know that now. So be it.

What I don’t understand is why The State has to go out of their way to make dealing with them so damned difficult, not to mention expensive. Now keep in mind, if you will, I haven’t had a paycheck since the first week in April, as I run this down for you:

There is only one DHS office from whom I may request assistance. It is located on the far east end of Skokie, a full 18 miles from my home. For those of you not up on the new math, that’s a 36 miles round trip I had to make. In a vehicle that gets an average of 15/mpg in City traffic.

To qualify for assistance I had to make 3 separate trips to the DHS office. That’s 108 miles or just over 7 gallons of fuel. At an average cost of $4/gallon, I invested $28 just in fuel to apply for the privilege of eating courtesy of the Food Stamp program.

I was told my LINK card would be recharged on the 11th of each month. I called the Toll Free number three times on the 11th and two more times on the 12th to check my balance, as I didn’t know what time of day my LINK card would be “recharged.” After the 5th call telling me my balance remained under $4, I selected the option to learn when my account was SCHEDULED for refilling. The computer told me I had to contact my local DHS office to obtain that information…

Are you beginning to see a pattern here?

I don’t know how it is in other States, but if you call an Illinois State Agency, the phone rings off the wall. Sometimes somebody will answer it, more times not. I called the Skokie DHS office three times today. I let the phone ring 15 times, 30 times, 45 times – no answer. After the 3rd attempt I bit the bullet & drove the 18 miles into Skokie.

I stood in line 30 minutes to tell the front desk clerk why I was there. I had to tell him 3 times – English is obviously not his primary language. He then had me take a seat and wait (since I didn’t have an appointment) for my case worker to “fit me in” to speak with.

Forty minutes later she escorted me to her cubicle. Once there she asked if I knew why my account had not been refilled. I said no. She then asked if I sent the documents she’d requested. I confirmed that I did so on either Wednesday or Thursday, the 27th or 28th of August.

She never received them. She asked if I had brought the originals with me today. Well, since I had no indication that was the problem, no I hadn’t. The original documents are at home. Since she didn’t have the documents she had closed my account. I could FAX her the originals, reapply for Food Stamps and go through the approval dance a second time if I wanted to.

Amongst other things, I included my cell phone number, email & snail mail addresses on my original application. My case worker did not call my cell phone, send me an email nor a snail mail to advise there was a problem with my account. In order to learn this I had to run up an additional 36 mile round trip to Skokie, lose two hours time waiting to hear the word and then be told that because the USPS cannot deliver the mail I get to go hungry…

Does this seem as ludicrously perverse to you as it does to me?

Welcome to life amongst the aluminum, folks. It just doesn't seem to get any more real than this...

More soon, friends & neighbors.

Seven years...

September 11, 2001.
September 11, 2008.

Seven years after the attacks, and in a lot of ways, we're still reeling in this country. The pain is still fresh, the wounds continue to fester, and the butcher's bill continues to rise.

The economy, despite what certain politicians will tell you, remains at an all time low down here on the ground - away from those ivory towers in Washington. Fuel in Chicago is still over $4/gallon. Even though unemployment is rising, Corporate America continues to export jobs to 3rd world countries.

There are those who say life is improving seven years later. Can someone please explain to me how? And where?

Down here on the ground, I've been looking for work since April of this year. After more than five solid months, I finally managed to land a part-time job that pays $8.20/hour. I am hoping to find a second job to dovetail into the first so that I can manage to pay at least some bills - like my rent, for instance - on a timelier basis than I have of late.

As of this writing, I have managed to raise $120 to apply to my $545 monthly rent bill. I am hoping I'll be able to "cop a little understanding" from my landlord since I will be starting my part-time job next week, but I can't count on it.

Tomorrow I return to the harvest. I still need little things like D batteries for my flashlight, toilet paper, fuel - all those things Food Stamps won't buy. Hopefully, tomorrow's harvest will be a large & successful one, though with the recent downturn in temps, I tend to doubt it will be...

With the new job I have hope...

...just not very much. The return trip is such a long & weary uphill climb.

Back to the Harvest...

A Harvester's Wish List

That time of the month has rolled around again. It’s the first. Rent’s due, and surprise, surprise – I haven’t got it. Again. I’m taking steps to raise it, but at best it’s going to be another week or two…

Which, oddly enough, reminds me of being a kid a couple weeks in front of Christmas, when my entire material soul was wrapped up with just one project. My letter to Santa with “this year’s” most heart-felt wishes…

So, it’s not December, but in memory of that younger me, here’s my most current list of heart-felt wishes. If you’re able & willing, please…

* Work: A job. I’m not picky. Just about any job (or jobs) full or part time will do. Office, clerical, administrative, photographic, transportation, general labor, cleaning kennels – with only one or two exceptions (telemarketing/sales & working McDonald’s fryer) it doesn’t matter what type of work it is. I just want to get back to feeling like a productive member of society again. You know, somebody who can actually pay his own rent, utilities, buy food & gas – a real person worthy of respect & courtesy;

* Rent: I am once again very much in danger of losing my home of 24+ years. My rent is $525/month, and I just don’t have it. I’m hoping I can raise at least part by selling of certain items, but if you have it in your heart & your checkbook to help me raise it, then please… It may take me a while, but I will pay you back;

* Tender: I mentioned in an earlier post that I am now a Food Stamp recipient. Hunger isn’t the issue it was two short weeks ago, but Food Stamps won’t pay for any non-food items I routinely pick up at the grocery. Things like Toilet Paper, Soap, Antacids, etc. For these and other like items I need to pay cash. My Aluminum Harvest helps, but not enough. So this ‘Wish’ is for Legal Tender in the form of gift cards that may be redeemed for those little necessities Food Stamps won’t buy;

* Time: A commodity many of us find in short supply. In my case I need time in the form of minutes on my cell phone. I have a T-Mobile Pre-Paid phone which needs refilling as minutes are used. T-Mobile sells minutes for their phones in $10, $25, & $50 blocks of 30 minutes, 130 minutes & 500 minutes respectively. Phone cards are available nearly anywhere, or you can buy minutes on-line directly from T-Mobile that will be immediately downloaded to my phone. Here's the link: https://tmobile.ecustomersupport.com/tMobile/gifting.aspx
** 9/5/08 A Great Big Sloppy Aluminum Harvest Thank You to my buddy Cory for gifting me with some minutes on my cell phone a couple days back. While I got the minutes on the 2nd, I just learned who my benefactor was...

* Miscellaneous Items: Eight “D” cell batteries; Mini-Mag Lite that uses AA batteries; Supply of Bic lighters/box of matches;

Please don’t hesitate to contact me at hal.eskew@gmail.com if you can fulfill any of these wishes…