Friday, December 18, 2009

We miss Gus

5: The number of hours we spent on the food drive today.

Today Kaitlyn and I realized how much we rely on Gus the Bus.

Due to a series of unfortunate circumstances, Gus the Bus was unavailable for food drive pick-ups today like we thought he would be. So we had to get out our ingenuity hats and work something out. We couldn't just forget about 11 food drive sites we had to retrieve barrels and boxes of food from!

So today Kaitlyn borrowed her fiance's Ford Explorer, I borrowed my mom's Hyundai Santa Fe, Martha volunteered to drive the pick-up truck (Kaitlyn and I can't drive a stick shift), and we got creative.

It was a lot easier than we thought it would be! We didn't even need the Santa Fe; the Ford could hold a couple of barrels and a ton of boxes at the same time. We did have to make a few more trips to Shared Harvest than we would have had to with Gus, but all in all it went rather smoothly. We lucked out that we didn't have to go anywhere that had overflow food, or more than a few barrels. Check out Kaitlyn's filled-up car below:



Well, they have told us from the very beginning that VISTA's had to be flexible! I can't wait to tell these stories in some job interviews eight months from now.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Food Drive Frolics

49: The percentage of all children in America who are on food stamps at some point by the age of twenty.


I have returned from In-Service Training/Refresher Tax Training in Columbus, and it feels good to be home. Kaitlyn and I wasted no time on Monday, and left pretty early in order to venture to 7 different food drive locations for pick-ups. Some of the places were holding on to their barrels for a little while longer to collect more food, so in those cases we needed to bring several boxes with us. That way we could pack up the contents in the barrels and leave them some room to bring plenty more non-perishables. We managed to fit 21 cardboard boxes on the dolly, and wheeled them out to Gus in just one trip! Check out our "Tetris" skills on the right.

And the boxes only fell once. Maybe twice.

We used the boxes to pick up food from two different Kroger stores and Showcase Cinemas in Springdale.

I'm glad Showcase is doing a food drive with us. They know their marketing. Every Saturday between Thanksgiving and Christmas, they are offering a free viewing of a holiday movie, as long as you bring in one non-perishable food item for their food drive. Now that's a smart idea! This Saturday, December 19, they're playing one of my favorites--"It's a Wonderful Life." Go see it! Bring some food with you!

The rest of the food drives were long and exhausting, as we had to pick up several barrels full of food at each stop. You'll see a picture of Gus the Bus in front of Seapine Software on the left. I really only included this picture because it seems kind of artsy and I was somewhat proud of it. The picture as well as the parking job.

I drove almost the whole time yesterday. I had a lot to make up for from when I was in crutches. I really don't mind driving Gus anymore. It's even kind of fun. And I'm going to miss doing food drives (somewhat) when it's over. We only have maybe a month left with Gus.

The picture below was taken at Bridgeport Elementary School. We had only taken out one of five barrels when the secretaries informed us that they were about to do a fire drill. We quickly lugged out one of the heavier barrels and got out of there. When we finished our unloading process for that barrel we just had to wait by the truck until the drill was over. What bad timing.



It was a long day yesterday, and very exhausting. We even got an hour of comp time out of it.

Here are the results of the food drives yesterday (that I know of):

Security National in Mason: 630 pounds

Seapine Software in Mason: 380 pounds

Atrium YMCA in Middletown: 150 pounds

Bridgeport Elementary School in Hamilton: ?

Kroger in Fairfield: ?

Kroger in Liberty Township:?

Showcase Cinemas: ?

We went out again today with Gus, but most of our locations were local so it only took us about an hour. Today was just a weird day. Almost every pick-up today was a little off.

Our first pick-up was at Cincinnati Christian school. This one actually went pretty smoothly, though I did have to have Kaitlyn get out of the truck and move a sign out from the middle of the road so we could get through. I'm not sure how illegal that was, but we put it back as soon as we got through. Cincinnati Christian collected 115 pounds of food.

Our second stop was at DNA Diagnostics Center. They had asked for two barrels, but one of them was filled with toys. And we cannot accept toys. We had to wheel the cart to the other side of the building, then they wanted us to wheel the barrel of toys to a room near the entrance. So we had to turn the cart sideways and lug both barrels on top of it, which is no easy feat. We had to empty the toys before we could handle the food.

I mean, really?

The DNA Diagnostics Center collected 200 pounds of food.

We then went to Meadowridge Apartment Complex, where Gus was introduced to speed bumps. No matter how slow I drove, the back of the truck was incredibly bumpy and scary over those death traps.

While Kaitlyn and I were loading the food into the truck, we noticed that they had put these stickers on every single item:

Okay....I really do appreciate that they did a food drive with us. It's great that they collected 145 pounds of food. But this is not an opportunity for free advertising. This is a food drive. And by the time all of this food is sorted out, it is going to be way past the holiday season. So these stickers don't make much sense at all.

Sorry if this came out a little moody. It was just a strange day.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Frenzy

10.1%: The unemployment rate in Ohio in September 2009 (ODJFS Press Release)

The last day of In-Service Training is tomorrow! The conference has been really interesting so far, and today was the infamous Community Action Poverty Simulation. I heard about this simulation months ago and have been looking forward to it ever since.

About 5o VISTAs, maybe more, gathered into a large conference room this morning and were each given a new identity. I was to play the role of Cindy Chen, a 39-year-old woman with a husband and three children (a 16-year-old who was two months pregnant played by a VISTA, a 10-year-old boy and an 8-year-old boy, each of whom were played by baby dolls).

The middle of the room was filled with small circles of chairs with each family's name on it, with one chair per family member. We were given large plastic envelopes containing some instructions, social security cards, one work ID card, a few resources and their worthn(cards that said MICROWAVE, TELEVISION, STEREO, and REFRIGERATOR, all valued at $100) and 6 transportation passes.

We would need these transportation passes to go to any resources in the room. Each pass, worth $1, represented a bus ticket, gasoline for the car, or the time and energy it takes to walk somewhere. Along the walls were moderator-run booths: Community Action, General Employer, Quik Cash & Transportation Passes, Interfaith Services/Homeless shelter, Child Care Center, Public School, Social Services, Mortgage & Realty/Utilities, Grocery Store, Juvenile Hall, Jail, Police Department and a Pawn Shop. There was another moderator (Sarah Brady), who played the role of the criminal, and stalked around the room trying to persuade people to buy or sell drugs. She also stole any money and resources people forgot to bring with them.

To make things even more interesting, yet another moderator (Dustin Speakman), strolled around handing out good fortune/bad fortune cards, to give us an idea of those little surprises that can come up in everyday life.

The hour and a half allotted for this simulation was broken up into four sets of 12 minutes, with small breaks inbetween each session. Twelve minutes represented one week in the life of a family living in poverty.

My family, the Chen family, started off okay. I was a full-time employee at the hospital as a receptionist, though my husband, Charles, had just been laid off from his job. Our 16-year-old pregnant daughter, Connie (I think that was her name), was irresponsible and would rather spend time with her boyfriend Franco Fuentes than watch over her younger siblings. But on the first day, I took our transportation passes to my job while the kids went off to school and the husband asked our neighbors if they had absolutely anything to spare.

The first day of work, which was spent sitting in a designated area reading about poverty, lasted about five minutes, then we each received our first week's pay. I went right next door to the bank, where a very long line was forming, so I could cash the check and buy more transportation passes. Unfortunately, the week ended before the line did, and I was forced to return home empty-handed, only to learn that our 16-year-old daughter had been suspended from school.

As SOON as week 2 began, I literally ran across the room to the bank and was forced to wait in another long line. By the time I had cashed my check and purchased 20 more transportation passes, my shift at work had ended, and I lost my job.

To make matters worse, my husband Charles had been dealt a "bad luck" card and had all of our money stolen.

Things pretty much went downhill from there.

Every VISTA in the room was in a frantic frenzy. Our family had no hope of paying off any of our bills, so we desperately went from Interfaith to Social Services to Community Action. We were able to acquire an Electronic Benefits Card (for food stamps) from Social Services, as well as a a voucher for clothes from Interfaith. I almost laughed when I went to Community Action and received $10 and a voucher for $30 off my $150 utility bill. It just wasn't enough for anything.

The only thing we were really able to do was buy food for the first three and a half weeks. By the end of the simulation, more than half of the chairs in the room had been turned upside down, symbolizing that those families had been evicted for not paying their mortgage. The homeless shelter was completely full and were turning people away. Our daughter got herself stuck in prison for stealing money to bail out her boyfriend. Other families had resorted to stealing from one another and accepting jobs as drug dealers. Everyone was so panicked and rushed, and there was just too much to keep track of. The criminal in the scenario (Sarah Brady) said she even stole someone's baby in the second week, and no one even noticed.

It was such an eye-opener. There are a lot of resources available for low-income people, but is it really ever enough? We can help someone get food stamps or medical coverage, but is that going to help them pay for their car or their home when they have no other income?

Poverty is a huge problem, and it's not one that can be solved with temporary solutions. In one of my sessions yesterday, Bridges Out of Poverty, we were told that wealthy people think more about their history, their past, and their traditions. Middle class people focus more on their futures, and what they can do to get ahead. But for people living in poverty, every day is a struggle. They live entirely in the present, because their most basic needs don't come as easily to those who are more fortunate.

I feel like I understand that better now. I was so frustrated during the simulation. By the end of week two I felt awful with myself, exhausted, and ready to give up. I was happy to get $5 for our $100 microwave at the pawn shop. It is hard to imagine living like that every day. And it can happen to anyone.

Friday, December 4, 2009

We Still Believe!

21: The number of days until Christmas!

After our meeting with Meredith and Jessica this afternoon (and the traditional burrito bols at Chipotle), the Southwest Regional VISTAs decided to make a quick stop over to Tri-County mall to visit Santa Claus. We even brought along our jammies to change into for the occasion. (And Kaitlyn brought her teddy bear, Koko).

Top row: Annen Stuckert, Michelle Lydenberg
Bottom row: Alex Moning, Kaitlyn Baker

Afterward, Santa gave us each a bell necklace. We put them on right away, so Kaitlyn and I jingle whenever we move.

It was such a fun day! We are SO COOL!

Just a Heads Up

4: The number of days I'll be in Columbus next week.

I'm going to be making another road trip next week to Columbus for a little something called IST, or In Service Training. I'm leaving on Tuesday morning and IST is over on Thursday. However, I have to stay an extra night because Friday we are having an updated Tax training, also held in Columbus.

I'll have my laptop when I'm in Columbus, but I don't know if I'll get around to blogging too much. I just didn't want anyone to think I was giving up on it.

Side note: I am also using comp time to take Monday off. Anna, one of my closest friends from college, is coming in from Newark, Ohio for a visit, and she only has Sundays and Mondays off. I'm really excited to see her!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Training and Therapy

44: The number of degrees it is in Dayton today. Brr!

I haven't had to do a training in about a month, but I'm back in the swing of things now. It's like riding a bike.

Right now I'm at the Vineyard Church in Dayton. The training was supposed to start at 8:00, so I got here at 7:30. However, no one was there to let me in. I called the contact guy, who said he was running a little late but that he would be here. So I sat in my car until he let us in at about 8:15.

It was only a minor hiccup, though. Four out of six people found their way here, and we aren't really behind. Another polite class today.

I had to dress up for the training today, so my air cast was shoved into my nice black flats. I took my right shoe off as soon as I got settled and explained to the trainees that I was not being lazy or unprofessional, I just have a sprained ankle.

Speaking of which, my physical therapy session made me realize just how bad that sprain was. I did not enjoy it at all. My therapist had me put my feet up, then he stuck two little tabs on my ankle that were connected to some machine. Then he wrapped it in ice, then gauze, then a towel.

Me: You're not going to shock me are you? Hahaha.
Him: Yep, we sure are.
Me: ....But the--adda--wibba...

It didn't really hurt. It was just very tingly, like my foot was falling asleep. And the last time my foot fell asleep, I ended up falling and spraining my ankle. So I might have been overcome with nervous giggles for the first several minutes, but I got over it. I had to shock myself for about 12 minutes. All I could think about was the Milgram experiment.

Anywho, the rest of this week shouldn't be too bad. I have a holiday basket meeting tomorrow (as well as my second physical therapy session), then we have a regional VISTA meeting Friday at Panera Bread. I really like those meetings. I get to drink hot chocolate.

Until next time, loyal readers!