I bitched and moaned constantly about not having money, to M's chagrin. Fear of what's to happen when I finally let this job go when I head on to
Chicago. What's gonna happen if I can't sell these 2 houses of mine, or rent the one in
Augusta.
Then I found this story on msn.com:
I make $6.50 an hour. Am I poor?
Here's how I slipped from the middle class into near poverty, and what I'm doing about it.
By Karen Datko
As a single professional woman, for years I sat securely among the lower rungs of the middle class.
Now I've fallen off the ladder.
In a matter of months, I went from a comfortable life with decent pay and health insurance to a $6.50-an-hour job with no insurance, no furniture and just enough resources to keep the wolf from the door.
I no longer buy anything unless it's absolutely essential. I spend $40 at the supermarket and make it last for more than two weeks. I never turn down a free meal. I've learned to graciously accept money, furniture, elk meat and encouragement from worried friends.
I am no longer proud.
I have no romantic notions about being poor. I'm not nobler than others, and I'm not a victim. But I am one minor medical emergency away from welfare.
Simply put, I'm in survival mode.
Here's my story in a nutshell: I lost my job as a managing editor at a small newspaper in Montana after the ownership changed hands. Six months later, I moved to Pennsylvania to take a similar job. My living arrangements fell through, and as I searched for a rental that would accept my three dogs, I lived in a campground. When it became clear that I'd be a campground dweller for a while, my boss fired me, telling me my living situation was "bad for business." I sold off my household goods -- everything from a sofa to pots and pans -- and drove back to small-town Montana.
I still own a house here. And I have a network of loving friends.
But now I know why most of my single women friends here work two or more jobs and think about the prospects of a bleak, impoverished old age. Good jobs with benefits are hard to come by here.
Life at $6.50 an hour
Once I got back to Montana, I started out my low-wage career working part time at a discount department store for $6.50 an hour (less than half of what I used to make) and part time as a salad maker and all-around kitchen slave at a local steakhouse, for the same low pay. But 13 hours a day on my feet and too little sleep were more than my 52-year-old body could handle. After a month, I quit the mind-numbingly boring shelf-stocking job.
The restaurant job isn't much better, making gallons of salad dressing, chopping lettuce and assembling relish trays. But it has its upsides. We can cook up "meat bits" on the grill and eat salad or baked potatoes. And the crew there is well worth the price of admission: Two of the servers bought me a gift certificate so I could afford to eat my birthday dinner there.
My take-home pay is about $660 a month. At $310, my mortgage takes the biggest chunk of that. Phone and Internet cost $70. Heat in winter is usually more than $100 -- it's Montana, after all.
Water runs $41 a month. The car takes $127. So, just about every penny is gone even before I buy gasoline or food for myself and the dogs.
Since I'm in the hole every month, I dip into my small savings to pay the difference, plus things like car insurance.
There is no room for error. At these wages, anything unexpected is a financial emergency. I worry especially about my health. I can't afford prescriptions, though I have used the county's health clinic rather than my own doctor.
Listing the wants and won'ts
Down to one job, I came up with new rules to govern how I spend:
- When I think about buying something, I think about how many hours I have to work to pay for it. That's a sobering thought.
For instance, washing the steakhouse kitchen counters down with bleach water gave my fingers the consistency of coarse sandpaper. The gloves provided by the restaurant didn't help. My fingers began snagging the napkins and tablecloths when I folded the laundry.
The cost of good hand lotion? Three hours of labor. The cost of better gloves: a half-hour. But that's also $3 subtracted from essentials like paying the heating bill.
- I try not to touch the small safety net I still have in the bank. It's there for emergencies, like a new transmission if my old van needs one or a new gas tank. The patches on the old tank have lasted far longer than anyone thought they would.
- I will not touch my 401(k) and other retirement accounts. I'm better able to fend for myself now than I will be when I'm in my 70s.
- I won't sell my house. It's cheaper than rent and provides more old-age security.
- I have only one credit card and I use it only to purchase gasoline so I can monitor my spending on gas. I walk when I can, and if I have to drive, I combine several trips into one.
- The programmable thermostat in my house is set at 63 degrees when I'm home, and at 60 when I'm not or I'm asleep. I sleep in pajamas and a flannel robe underneath a comforter and blankets.
- I use half the recommended amount of laundry detergent and wash everything in cold water. I stopped using face cream and I buy the cheapest soap I can find.
- I don't turn down free food. At a recent community gathering, people -- apparently noticing my dramatic weight loss -- gave me leftovers to take home.
- I refuse to let my situation depress me -- most of the time.
It could happen to anyone
For Thanksgiving, I helped cook dinner at the home of the same couple I've shared the holiday with for five years. I looked at their kitchenware and wished I still had my own. Then I realized I was feeling sorry for myself.
When work at the restaurant is slow and I have time to feel the pain in my back, arms, feet and hands, I try not to think about what will happen if health problems mean I can't work. There's no sense in indulging such worries.
I remember there is no shame in being poor. Others seem to share that view. I was talking to one of my bosses about something I'd done in better times that involved spending money. I said, "I did that . . ."
". . . Before you were poor," she finished my thought matter-of-factly, without condemnation or pity.
The fact is, a fall from financial grace can happen to anyone. And in reality, I'm not really poor. The official poverty line for a one-person household is an income of $9,800 a year, and I'm still above that. And can I really be considered poor if I still have some savings, or still have my house?
I've decided that the only acceptable course of action, poor or not, is to consider this an opportunity. I used to wake up with the notion that my situation was temporary and that I'd somehow return to my "real" job. Now I have no illusions. But I do have solutions.
I've put in my notice at the restaurant in favor of a much better paying job at a new discount giant moving into town. The pay still will not be enough to live on, but it will do wonders to reduce my stress.
I've begun a pet-sitting business, taking care of pets in their own homes when their owners are away. I charge $10 to $15 a day, competitive with local pet boarders.
I volunteer my writing services for local nonprofits that I support. I've gotten active in community affairs that my previous occupation required me to keep at an arm's length.
I no longer define myself by what I do for a living. On the flip side, I won't base my identity on my income.
A number of readers have contacted us to find out how they might help Karen. Her response: "This really made my day. But I'm going to tell them to find someone closer to home who needs it more than I do." Karen hopes to deal with her circumstances through additional work and budgeting.
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Jeremy: Great article. It reminds us all that poverty is in the mind of the beholder, and that we are all just a few paychecks short of being less financially well-off than before. It is hard to remember that when you're dealing with the situation, but a little perspective is always beneficial.
Me: There was another story that tells of how a family on a $150,000 are struggling. Can you imagine?
Bob: Really a wake up call to all of us, I guess. You can earn alot and be poor too. Kind of depressing read 
Patrick: "When it became clear that I'd be a campground dweller for a while, my boss fired me, telling me my living situation was "bad for business."
Excuse me? What kind of fucked up business lures someone clear across the country to become a freakin managing editor of a newspaper and then fires them when she has trouble finding a house? Either there's more to this story than she's revealing, or this is the single best case I've ever read of the need for stronger wrongful termination laws.
Me:From what I can surmise, a "small" newspaper may mean small circulation or weekly, which if is the case, managing editor means a do-it-all low-waged slave. I've heard of people who have to maintain a certain standard of livelihood befitting of their position. Why do you think that the new chancellor of Tech is living in a $1.65 million house? This expectation within or without such person would be met by where and how one lives, how and where one entertains, dresses etc. For instance, here at the A-J, the sales department women are forbidden to wear sleeveless tops, as that smacks of unprofessionalism to our clients (it really arises from ONE badly dressed gal and like the army, the rest of us suffers). It's all in the image. Despite what we choose to think, we not only represent ourselves to the public, we also represent what we do to them. Afterall, why do strangers often ask "Where do you work?" within the first few minutes of introduction?
Jeremy: We constantly have to have "dress code" reminder updates at every staff meeting thanks to a woman (who really should be gone from us, but was saved by the grace of a bureaucrat higher up in the university) who thinks sweatpants, sweatshirts and fuzzy house slippers are appropriate for work.
Patrick: I agree, it's silly to expect a managing editor to live like a homeless person. But if the paper is too small to help her with her housing needs, it shouldn't be hiring folks from Montana in the first place.
