One foot in the grave and the other on banana peel
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12/4/2013
Melbourne Florida. My husbands' idea of utopia. We have been here five long years and it has not improved one bit. My husband is an experienced heavy equipment operator coming from a job making 30 plus an hour.
After two years of searching he landed a job working in the swamps in a machine with no AC for eleven dollars an hour. Half of the time he worked there he got rained out. He worked for bosses that couldn't put a sentence together.
He gave up on construction and now works at a minimum wage job in the service industry which relies on tips.
As for me, I worked for a couple of years for a holier than thou right-wing boss who thought women were second class citizens and would only hire those whose husbands had jobs that provided healthcare so he didn't have to feel guilty about not offering it.
I have since left that position and gave up on finding a job because the wages are so low that it is insulting.
I spend my time traveling to see my family who live way far from here in lands where the seasons actually change. I am away from drunks and druggies and trash in general. I can have conversations with people that have had an education enough to converse.
I know in my heart that we have made a huge mistake. People will say that we should just move away, but my husband loves it here and I love him. So I do the best with the hand I have been dealt, or at least I try.
Cindy | Melbourne, FL