So many songs about this one topic that is ever-present for anyone not in a position of financial wealth and abundance.
Today was another day to continue my phone calls, being bounced around like a hot potato, all in the pursuit of one thing: money. Scholarships. Help with promoting my work.
As I wait for this world to shift and the cost of food and utilities and housing to come down to “sane” doable levels, I continue to call this person who then transfers me off to that person who then transfers me off to another person where I either end up having to leave a message and engage in another lovely round of phone-tag-stupid, too often being told “get in line” with all the other desperate Souls or “sorry we are out of funding” or my personal favorite: “we cannot help you.” Today there is light that I MAY be able to get some help at least for scholarships/funding for school. (I am going to be completely honest and say how concerned I am for that – as I do not know if I have the cognitive ability to pull off all of the memorizing this program entails. The stress of my life and of the outside reality has taken a toll on me. I am not the same person I was just 2 years ago. Memory issues. Brain fog and near constant fatigue. I am doing my best to meet myself where I am now – being advised not to push myself – but what other option do I have now? I am only doing this because my writing works are not bringing me in the income I need. And this f’ing “plan” has not materialized that new world on my needed timeline. Ya know?)
For now, I am thinking about forwarding my calls/texts from bill collectors telling me “your account is past due” onto the military and all who are behind this plan who allowed the cost of being alive to skyrocket out of reach.
Good idea? Yea? Nay?
Yeah. I happen to think it is a logical next step.
Conscientious in fact.
As I was told today by one of the many aforementioned people with whom I have been speaking with seeking that very end goal of money money: “I wish more of our clients were as conscientious as you are. You have some good ideas. I will pass them along.”
My idea? Streamline the process of generating a letter so that it doesn’t SIT (god knows where – not even the CSR knew) for a week before being sent out. How much money would this save? How much time is wasted on phone calls such as mine who, just as I thought, letters got crossed in the mail due TO this off 7-day-where-the-hell-does-the-letter-go (on vacation?) before being SENT OUT. When a letter is printed out with the date of 6.10 and postmarked on 6.17 you know improvement is needed.
And CSR – weed out the useless fodder. The ones who do not call you back. Or respond to emails. Or like what I went through today – a useless internet search for a website I was told to go to and fill out paperwork THAT DOES NOT EXIST. Oh but there are good ones – and I experienced that today. Time will tell…
Sometimes the squeaky wheel – of which I now end my messages these days with these outlets “V the squeaky wheel” who is not going to be quiet until she gets the help she needs and deserves – eventually gets some movement and attention. Also telling a higher up that you are done being tossed around like a hot potato works too.
Sad.
Unnecessary.
You sometimes have to put on hats you would not want to wear. The desperation hat. The mama “I HAVE A CHILD HELP ME” hat. Combined.
So many in need.
And SO MUCH WEALTH and RESOURCES still being hoarded – kept somewhere – where though is the mystery – same place as those aforementioned letters perhaps.
When it could ALL be released to end this ongoing f’ing financial crushing and beating too many of us are taking. I thank God every night for those of you who come here and to my other site and support my important works. It is because of you that my girl and I eat, have heat and running water. Next month is haircut time and clothes (as she continues to grow OMG! lol). I hope the hairstylist will take a 2-3 month payment plan. I’ll just add it to the 3 others I am on.
💖🙏
Victoria
