Burnout.

They say that people working in social services usually do not last very long because they experience burnout. I don’t think I am burned out yet, but I am very much in the market for a vacation. I am lucky that my organization is closed on Fridays, so every weekend is a 3 day weekend. However, I think I work very hard Monday – Thursday, so by the time Friday comes around I need it to just decompress. If I did this routine 5 days a week I wouldn’t have been able to cut it. I feel like I am constantly tired. And it isn’t because I don’t eat healthy or I am not active. I do go to the gym 3 or so times a week and I eat home cooked meals all the time.

I think I am also just tired of trying to get people to participate. WHY DON’T YOU WANT HELP FINDING A JOB! Please don’t make me beg you to come to an appointment. Why do I have to call 3 times to remind you that you are supposed to see me tomorrow at 1030? Why is this not a priority?

Fuck.

I waffle between empathy and frustration. I think part of this “burnout” is just the simple fact that I can’t even afford to participate in any kind of after work distractions! I want to just run to Target and buy something impulsively. I want to order Indian food in, or go have an amazing hamburger from a fancy restaurant downtown. When I am at work I deal with poverty and when I come home I am faced with it too.

I am pretty sure burying my head under the covers is still free, though.

I am just shy of 3 months left. 9 whole months I have been here, living like a pauper. In another area of the internet someone said that being poor is a state of mind. I tend to agree with her, and on that note I am definitely in a poor state of mind. Poor them. Poor society. Poor kids. Poor neighborhood.

Poor me.

Cultural Norms.

I knew that when I moved back to the southern United States from Canada I was going to experience a bit of culture shock. “Obamacare” and gay marriage aside, there are still a lot of cultural nuances that exist within that 1,341 mile/2,158 km stretch. One of the things we learned at Pre-Service Orientation was that we have to be aware of cultural differences. I think it is important, however, to understand cultural differences can occur at many different levels. Yes, there is an American culture. But there is also a Southern Culture, an Industry Culture, a Bureaucratic Culture, the list goes on. Southern Culture (among other things) to me is the “yes, ma’am–no ma’am” replies and the “Miss Lady” or “Miss FirstName” greeting that I have adopted within the last week. Coming from the bank culture I had to adjust a lot of my approaches. Previously it was Mrs./Dr./Drs. LastName, I had to dress differently, meetings were less personal and more finance based, forms were the norm and you just had to push, push, push through the red tape and dance through fiery hoops so that people could get accounts opened, money transferred, stocks bought. But things are different now. Forms are less important; forms can be changed! Meetings are more about the people, their personal lives, goals, dreams, wants and needs. I think that this will really take me a long time to adjust to, because it is just so wonderfully different. I worked at an investment firm for ~7 years. I am hardly going to change overnight. But at least I know what changes I need to make and I am working on them. To be honest, I think I will be a lot more comfortable in this new culture. I’d much rather dress comfortably and have idle chit chat with an individual in their home home than be surrounded by $1,000 suits and have emotions depend on the Dow-Jones Industrial Average.

Things also proceed slower here, and that is something else I am having a hard time getting used to. Why didn’t my email get a reply within 15 minutes? Do I have the client sign the contract now? What do you mean keep meeting with them and get to know them, what if I scare them off? My week changed considerably from my Monday morning. A woman who had previously not shown a lot of interest in the program nor meeting with me was available Tuesday. We met and she completed a few forms for me by Thursday. We met again today and I took the advice of my colleague, I asked her about her schooling…she finished high school, did she like it? What clubs was she in? What does she like about her Church? Speaking of which, Church is a huge part of Southern Culture. God is spoken about freely here. Growing up, God was always something we talked about only at home, when saying grace, or at Church. So it still takes me by surprise when someone mentions God or Jesus in a professional environment, but it is never done in an effort to save anyone, or convert them. To many people here God is just another person in their lives. Mentioning God in the everyday is akin to them telling me about their neighbor or child. He is just a part of their day. So, during our meeting I tried to adopt this new industry culture. I took the advice and asked those personal questions, sat in her living room and participated in idle chit chat while wearing a pair of flip flops and jeans. On my walk back to the office as a small child rode by on her tricycle I realized (physically and mentally) I am a long way from Bay Street.

What is this?

Well. This is my first blog posting. The first of many, I hope. While I am not new to the internet, I am new to blogging so bear with me. I think I have finally managed to find a theme I like and I have filled in the about section, so far so good. Let me now get down to the details.

To rehash the About section in more detail:

This blog will be used to record my yearlong adventures as an AmeriCorps member working to alleviate poverty. I am set to begin my position in August 2010. However, parts of my adventure have already unofficially begun, so I decided it was time to get the blog up and running. Posts between now and August will likely be sparse. However, I hope that come August and during the duration of my AmeriCorps adventure I will be able to blog frequently. Perhaps daily, or in the very least a few times a week.

So what exactly is the point of this blog? Very good question. The point of this blog is to record and detail my experiences working to alleviate poverty but also to detail my experiences living under the “official” poverty threshold.  For 2008-09 the threshold for a 1-person family was $10,830. As an AmeriCorps member I will be paid a living stipend (however the position is volunteer) that falls below this amount. I know that this financial constraint will be extremely challenging. I will have to make a lot of choices–some might call sacrifices–but I am ready.

In detailing my experiences–both professional and personal–I hope to provide a place for others to reference. I want to expose new ways of living under significant financial constraints, a place where individuals can come to discover ways to save money and live frugally (either through my own postings or postings of others); but also a place that discusses the social implications of those living in poverty. I know my situation is somewhat an anomaly. I have made this decision by choice, I have no children who depend on me, and have had time to prepare myself for these changes. Something that not all individuals living under the poverty line can claim.  However these are merely my experiences documented.

Why poverty? My inquiry surrounding poverty began halfway through my Master’s program (of which I am nearly finished). My research turned to socially constructed ideas, implications, foundations, and understandings of poverty, which eventually lead me to my major research project and my desire to join AmeriCorps. It is my hope that by volunteering with AmeriCorps I will garner a better understanding about current social welfare programs and how programs can be improved to work better for the individuals who need them. As well, I feel that sharing my experiences will illuminate just a handful of the myriad of challenges those living under (or rather “straddling”) the poverty line will face.

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