Well, the government finally came through and settled everything with my Unemployment compensation. I am now what Newt Gingrich affectionately called “welfare,” even though it is not welfare at all. It isn’t even the public dime. It is money I paid into after years of working. I should feel like I earned it.
It still feels a bit like free money, and I cannot shake that slight stigma I’ve got from not working. I’m not working to support our odd little family right now, and it bothers me.
I know I’ve got long term goals I should be working on, but our short term needs keep niggling at me. Maybe it is just how I grew up? Did I grow up with more old fashioned values than I thought?
Well, here’s to FDR and Truman. Thank god we all grew up in their American and not Hoover and Lindberg’s.