Reblog this forever. I’ll never forget how many of my students in the school I worked in with a 100% free and reduced lunch rate lived in residential motels and how many of them relied on the school to get breakfast and lunch and how often those were their only meals for the day.
Or how my friends who have older cars have to spend so much money repairing them but an older car was all they could afford in the first place.
And how you literally have no safety net because if you already fixed one thing on your car and something else goes a week later, you’ve already spent the little bit of buffer you saved up.
“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.
Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.
But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.
This was the Captain Samuel Vimes ‘Boots’ theory of socioeconomic unfairness.”
Must be a high vibe week for my star sign or something, because it’s Wednesday, it’s mid-October and my life includes …
am trying to keep it together, but seriously, there are fucking days that it is not happening.
I try and look at everything an say, yeah, but I’m lucky. I’m lucky I have a job and that I have a salary and that I can afford those things that need money and that I have the health to keep going and the meds to maintain that health and the booze to round off the edges the meds miss and the serenity fucking now meditations to try and remind myself that it’s all first world problems really and I could have it so much worse but that still doesn’t mean I just want to scream, throw the laptop out the window and go and lie in the grass with the cows instead … even though it will actually make things worse even if it did make me feel marginally better in the short term.
This whole adulting caper is hard.
Our property suffered an unexpected and disastrous failure of the drywall plaster ceiling causing it all to collapse and requiring extensive repairs. We offered free rent while this was to occur, but the tenants decided that they wanted to break the lease and move - fair enough, I’m not going to force people to stay where they don’t want to be - so I said sure, waived any fiscal penalties, etc to make it easier for them to do so … after all, it’s just being kind and human, really. So, all good, right?
Nope. We get a “notice to seek compensation” from the tenant claiming for a bunch of things like lost salary, costs of moving, pain, suffering and some other elements that amounts to the entire rent they paid in the six months they were there.
So, now I have to get a lawyer involved and write up a response, I just wish I could just reply with: