I read an article recently about the shrinking middle class and it angers me to be part of that demographic.
It’s amazing how far I’ve fallen in three years. I have no
assets save the contents of my home-which is not mine-and my car. The car is
relatively new, 2013, and paid for, thank goodness. That is really all I’ve got
going for me.
No job. No profession anymore. My fall from grace occurred at
the beginning of the change-over from ICD-9 to ICD 10 (medical coding), and I
was left behind. It would be easy (however expensive) to catch up but I feel
scorned and abandoned by my industry colleagues. I don’t want to be part of
that club again. Not that it matters because none would have me.
If not age discrimination, I was subject to wage
discrimination. I had made too much money and employers could find a younger
and less experienced person much cheaper. I would have taken the lower salary
if I had been given the opportunity to say so.
In 18 days I will have nowhere to live with my two little
girls, my dog and parakeet. I am completely lost, drowning in my tears, which
are the only thing I never run out of. All of the agencies and programs out
there don’t amount to a hill of beans because it’s against the rules to give anything away. Sorry, I will be ranting in a minute if I don’t stop myself now.
There is a story to be told and I will tell it. Please be patient while I get accustomed to this do-it-yourself medium.
