I'd love to have a family.After I graduated with honors from College and then from law school, I spent between 24 and 31 being rejected for a jobs as a paralegal; a legal assistant; a waiter; a cash-register operator; a front desk attendant... over and over; all whilst being told that my pre-employment personality tests show me to be "unemployable".In desperation, I lied on one of those personality tests and finally got my first job in 2007. It paid $8 per hour, fifteen to twenty hours per week. In Washington, DC.I became a paralegal just in time for the money to run out, and moved to California. Then I lost my job and, as I was awaiting my last paychek, my former boss falsely accused me of embezzlement and denied 2/3rds of what they owed me. Then, in a desperate attempt to avoid becoming homeless, I made my own job. After nine years, I am earning more money now than at any time before in my life...I live in a two-room converted shack, with a car that is falling apart. And I lose about 1/3rd of my income to taxes.I remember very clearly the day I tried to do volunteer work for Habitat For Humanity, only to discover I did not have enough cash to pay for the bridge toll. I went to make a withdrawal from my bank account. The ATM did not permit me to do so, as I had less than $50 in my bank account. Later that month, I was told I could not never donate blood, due to where and when I was raised.This is the world in which I live. There is no room for my family here.

I'd love to have a family.After I graduated with honors from College and then from law school, I spent between 24 and 31 being rejected for a jobs as a paralegal; a legal assistant; a waiter; a cash-register operator; a front desk attendant... over and over; all whilst being told that my pre-employment personality tests show me to be "unemployable".In desperation, I lied on one of those personality tests and finally got my first job in 2007. It paid $8 per hour, fifteen to twenty hours per week. In Washington, DC.I became a paralegal just in time for the money to run out, and moved to California. Then I lost my job and, as I was awaiting my last paychek, my former boss falsely accused me of embezzlement and denied 2/3rds of what they owed me. Then, in a desperate attempt to avoid becoming homeless, I made my own job. After nine years, I am earning more money now than at any time before in my life...I live in a two-room converted shack, with a car that is falling apart. And I lose about 1/3rd of my income to taxes.I remember very clearly the day I tried to do volunteer work for Habitat For Humanity, only to discover I did not have enough cash to pay for the bridge toll. I went to make a withdrawal from my bank account. The ATM did not permit me to do so, as I had less than $50 in my bank account. Later that month, I was told I could not never donate blood, due to where and when I was raised.This is the world in which I live. There is no room for my family here.

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