Yeah *sigh* My roommates and I as a household make just over the limit to qualify for energy assistance which fucking BLOWS because two of the three of us are on public assistance. I just spent $100 on oil which was my third of the oil bill and fucked me for this month and what we just got is just an eighth of a fucking tank so we really can't use the heat more than occasionally. Not happy about that. C'est la vie.
I really, really, really fucking hate the 10-15 day limit government places give you to get shit situated. When I moved cross-country both times I had to hustle in a very, very short amount of time to get my address updated and my benefits recalculated for Social Security, and they epically fucked up when I first moved here and almost shut off my SSI because of their fucking mistake. I really think these places ought to give you 30 days notice to get shit done rather than 10-15 days especially because they know they're dealing with people who are disabled or otherwise disadvantaged and do not have the resources that everybody else goddamn does to get things done. Like me not having a car, for example, and not even being able to afford a car even if I could drive. I am really lucky to live someplace like Portland that has excellent public transit. I have lived places where transit BLOWS and being dependent on other people to take me places is not always going to make things happen on the government's short-ass timetable.
Anyway.
Earlier this year I was in a very similar position with a seatbelt almost not fitting. I mentioned on my journal that I went down a couple pants sizes, not intentionally, but it happened. This is my way of saying that you have my support with talking about weight loss/wellness stuff and it's not going to trigger/bother me any.
And not to make this about me but just I hear you and I unfortunately relate to a lot of this, so you're not alone.
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Date: 2013-12-12 08:33 am (UTC)I really, really, really fucking hate the 10-15 day limit government places give you to get shit situated. When I moved cross-country both times I had to hustle in a very, very short amount of time to get my address updated and my benefits recalculated for Social Security, and they epically fucked up when I first moved here and almost shut off my SSI because of their fucking mistake. I really think these places ought to give you 30 days notice to get shit done rather than 10-15 days especially because they know they're dealing with people who are disabled or otherwise disadvantaged and do not have the resources that everybody else goddamn does to get things done. Like me not having a car, for example, and not even being able to afford a car even if I could drive. I am really lucky to live someplace like Portland that has excellent public transit. I have lived places where transit BLOWS and being dependent on other people to take me places is not always going to make things happen on the government's short-ass timetable.
Anyway.
Earlier this year I was in a very similar position with a seatbelt almost not fitting. I mentioned on my journal that I went down a couple pants sizes, not intentionally, but it happened. This is my way of saying that you have my support with talking about weight loss/wellness stuff and it's not going to trigger/bother me any.
And not to make this about me but just I hear you and I unfortunately relate to a lot of this, so you're not alone.