Saturday, February 28, 2009
Photo: Bad news folks ...The lines are getting longer
Friday, February 27, 2009
Photo: Reinacting the original Second City TV intro -hood style
Homeless Grapevine Photography Program 2007
Photo by Cindy Miller
Seems like every time you pick up a newspaper, well, there I am!
Give me a buzz....(phone number).
I'm starting a Toronto channel featuring people in the community. I'd love to vid you since you are our reporter.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
...and I got this really cool camera too!
Class participant Gary Waterbeck double checks camera settings prior to taking his first picture on his new camera.
The course objectives were to: teach a marketable skill to the class participants; raise awareness of homelessness through advocacy photography in venues including public showings and publication and raise funds for NEOCH programs as the result of the sale of the photos. The class participants received 50 percent from the sale of each photo.
Grant money, awarded to the coalition for the photography program, paid for the purchase of a professional quality photo printer, digital cameras with software for each of the class participants (with one to be used by NEOCH), photo print paper, matting and frames. Each graduate of the course received a stipend upon course completion.
Gary (my significant other) and I were among the four people who completed the initial digital photography course in 2007. Noted Cleveland Heights activism/social justice photographer Steve Cagan taught the class through sharing his expertise in activism photography.
Each week we were given an assignment, set loose with our cameras and returned the following week to upload our images into the computer while learning to import and fine tune the images in Photoshop.
Our individual works were published in the "Homeless Grapevine" newspaper; a NEOCH publication that helps homeless and formerly homeless low income individuals earn an honest living as independent vendors.
Not only were our photos published in the "Homeless Grapevine" newspaper and on various pages of the NEOCH website but our photographic works were on display and for sale at the main Phoenix Coffee location on Superior Avenue.
Throughout this blog and the future postings, I will include photos by participants of the 2007 and 2008 "Homeless Grapevine" photography program.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Photo: Take time to enjoy... a sunrise
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I'll tell two friends and they'll tell two friends and so on.....
If you are anything like me, I'm sure you recommend products and services to your friends and even strangers. And I bet you even tell people about your bad experiences too.
The opportunity (yes, being a beauty consultant with Mary Kay Cosmetics is an awesome home business opportunity) was offered to me and through it I made many friends; consultants and customers alike.
Anyway, I learned a lot of skills during the weekly Monday night meetings especially about goal setting and building a customer base.
One interesting fact presented at meeting was that, on average, each and every person knows 250 people. I thought that this figure was staggering but the director who presented this fact said that that figure pertains to the number of people we associate with in any given day, week or month and she was quick to point out who was on that list.
The people on that list includes, but is not limited to, the following: the cashier at the grocery store, hair stylist, bank teller, pharmacist, mail carrier, bartender, favorite server at a restaurant, co-workers, parents of children's friends, our friends, our classmates, the people who help us at our favorite clothing store and so on. Some of the people on this list helped me build my customer base and they told people.....
The advertising agency that created this advertising campaign for Faberge obviously was privy to this fact too.
The Homeless Task Force in Atlanta has produced a video with the Faberge 'and they'll tell two friends' ad campaign in mind.
Please WATCH and think about how you can organize the 250 people you know plus the 250 people that your friends know, and the 250 friends they know and so on to help any non-profit service organization in your community that needs donations.
This would also work for a clothing or food drive as well.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
FYI - Stimulus $ For Homeless
If the impoverished and homeless had flown to Washington in private jets, they also would have been chastised. But would they have gotten their money anyway or just not as much?
A must read below by Brian Davis, Executive Director of the Northeast Ohio Coalition for the Homeless (NEOCH)
Click On The Link: http://clevelandhomeless.blogspot.com/2009/02/economic-stimulus-and-homelessness.html#links
Friday, February 20, 2009
There's No Better Time & Place To Invest For Your Future Than Now & At Home!
In 2008, I had a lot to be thankful for so I responded to her plea by e-mailing her the following:
Hi Janice!
I read in the Herald Star that you wanted to hear from readers about what they are thankful for this Thanksgiving.
Here's my story briefly.
In 2005 I became homeless. I had been getting sick for many years, had difficulty working due to my disability and eventually lost my last job in 2003 because my symptoms interfered with my ability to function.
I struggled for over a year trying to fill out forms to apply for Social Security disability. I finally finished the forms in 2004.
After two denials from Social Security, I was evicted from my apartment of ten years. I was homeless for five months staying at a women's shelter in Cleveland, Ohio. Because of my disability, I was able to get assistance for a HUD funded apartment. On November 23, 2005 I received the key to my apartment. I will have to look at an old calendar but it was a day or two before Thanksgiving.
Because it was a holiday, the shelter permitted residents to sign out for the long holiday weekend without risk of losing our beds. Although I had no furniture, much less a bed to sleep on at the apartment, I decided to spend the long weekend there rather than at the shelter.
Thanksgiving Day I decided to take advantage of the free meal at The Hard Rock Cafe and stop back at the shelter to pick up some of my clothes. The weather was brutal and my legs cramped as if they were being crushed. I thought I was going to die waiting on a bus.
After the long weekend staying at my apartment sleeping on the floor, I went back to the shelter for a few nights until I got some furniture.
I was in HUD housing until I received my first lump check from Social Security in 2007.
I paid off 90% of my debt owed to creditors (the ones I could find), was approved for a mortgage and bought my first home. I moved back to Toronto in April 2008.
While in Cleveland I served on the Board of Trustees at The Northeast Ohio Coalition for the Homeless (www.neoch.org) where I also volunteered and was a contributing writer and photographer for the street newspaper "The Homeless Grapevine". I also served on the Advisory Board for Care Alliance; a health clinic that serves the homeless and poor of Greater Cleveland.
I have spoken about my experience with homelessness before The Truth Commission, at Case Western Reserve University and with various members of Cleveland City Council as a guest of Brian Davis, Executive Director of NEOCH.
I have been very busy remodeling, repairing and redecorating my home since moving in. I hope to get involved in the community next year regarding homeless causes. I have a wealth of information to share due to my association with the homeless coalition.
The title of my book (when I find the time to write it) will be "From Homeless to Homeowner". Michael Heaton of "The Plain Dealer" suggested "Homeless in 25 Minutes".
I have included some links:
http://homelessgrapevine.blogspot.com/ - see one of my many photos published in "The Homeless Grapevine" that was used on the masthead. Scroll down to stories about the photography program I participated in: Plain Dealer Features Grapevine Photography Program & Grapevine Photography Program Celebrates Successful First Year
Stories I wrote:
http://www.neoch.org/grapevinearticles/72/fly_on_the_wall.htm
This was the first part of a series I wrote about conditions at Community Women's Shelter. I used the name Diana Dennis to mask my identity.
http://www.neoch.org/grapevinearticles/77/truth_commission_puts_poverty.htm
About the Truth Commission and my testimony in Cleveland.
If you are interested in my story, feel free to call me. I have also included some of the photos I took with the camera I received through the Homeless Photography program.
Several days later, Janice called me and interviewed me over the phone. Three personal stories were published in the Thanksgiving edition of The Herald Star with other personal stories appearing in the following Sunday edition.
Thankful for memories, miracles, having a home was also published in the Toronto Scene.
My intent of participating was to increase awareness about homelessness and from the positive feedback and acknowledgment I have received from friends, acquaintances and people who recognized me on the street, I accomplished my mission and made them aware that they too could become homeless at any time for any reason.
Due to the economic climate, not only worldwide but especially in their own hometown, the people here are fearful of loss of job, loss of family, loss of health with the additional financial burden of the associated medical expenses and potential loss of home. All three stories in Janice Kiaski's story bring those fears to light; that there are people in this community that they might know who experienced some sort of loss but have come through it with the help of friends, family or a non-profit social agency.
The population in the Ohio Valley has declined dramatically due to job loss in the steel industry. Other manufacturing facilities closed their doors for good in the late 1970s and my hometown with its much smaller population of close to 5200 has 158 families receiving groceries
But one thing this community does understand is volunteering and donating to the local charities that serve the people here. The residents here understand the possibility that they too may need help.
United Way surpassed their annual goal as well did the Toronto chapter of The Salvation Army. The people here come to the aid of anyone who needs help. They, as Congressman Charlie Wilson has said on numerous occasions "Get It!"
People often ask me about being homeless and how can they help others. My response as always is "support your community; the local small business owner and the charities that help your community". Friends want to help me put together personal care packets.
And, although she didn't publish everything that I sent in the e-mail sent her, Janice Kiaski told me I made her more aware too.
Longer Press Runs, Looking For Busy Work Means Unemployment
In a business enterprise, downsizing is reducing the number of employees on the operating payroll. Some users distinguish downsizing from a layoff , with downsizing intended to be a permanent downscaling and a layoff intended to be a temporary downscaling in which employees may later be rehired. Businesses use several techniques in downsizing, including providing incentives to take early retirement and transfer to subsidiary companies, but the most common technique is to simply terminate the employment of a certain number of people.
Rightsizing is downsizing in the belief that an enterprise really should operate with fewer people.
Dumbsizing is downsizing that, in retrospect, failed to achieve the desired effect.
In today's economic climate downsizing, layoffs, terminations, shutdowns, bankruptcy, liquidations, et al are a fact of life early in the 21st Century. Just mention recession (or the possibility of) and belts tighten, spending slows. Reduction in spending means lost jobs. Lost jobs means unemployment; loss of home; homelessness.
Alan Greenspan said the word 'recession' and the belts tightened a notch. Dubya said it too. 'Mistakenly' slip in the word 'depression' and that belt swiftly slipped up around our necks while the trap door opened below our feet. The sheep were rounded up and one by one led to slaughter.
I've been laid off before but never due to economic hardship. I've been homeless three times - twice due to my own economic hardship but not the hardship of corporate.
It was during great economic times, a very profitable time for the company I was working for in Niles, Michigan that was the start of what would lead to my second experience with homelessness in less than four years.
Business was booming; presses were booked solid and customers were ordering more versions due to more stores opening. Larger orders meant longer press runs some of which could be running for weeks at a time until the next version change for another region of the country. More drugstores were being built; more big box stores were opening; more superstores were being built meaning more Grand Openings. Press run quantities grew from 350,000 per version to press runs of 1 million, 2 million, 3 million per version until a plate change or two or all were changed to start up a new version.
With press runs that large meant no work for pre-press. My work of stripping, proofing, plating all versions was down. No work would be coming into my department for weeks until press scheduling was close to opening up. Until that happened, I was there for probable problems. Cracked, scratched or worn plates that needed remade, answering phones, fielding questions, helping with QC in the pressroom.
It was also a great opportunity to pull needed maintainance on the processors, do inventory, box and send film back to the customer and, of course, make lunch runs for the guys in the pressroom.
My job was fast paced. The film would be delivered before my shift or mid-shift and I had to have the job completely stripped, proofed and one or two versions plated and ready for the pressroom before I left in the morning. Sometimes I had to go to the airport and pick up the film. Grab and go. Always a lightning speed turn-around. Easy to do on a 12-hour shift. Tough and more pressure on an 8-hour shift.
After the first year, I worked alone. There were two night shifts (B & D) and two day shifts (A & C). Ed on D-shift quit and moved back to California so that left me, Karen and Tom. The twelve hour shifts were eliminated leaving me still on night shift for 8 hours, 5 days a week and on call on the weekends. Tom and Karen shared day shift.
In the meantime, the company purchased a third C-700 heat-set press. These monster presses hold register at 65 mph with a 66-inch web. At 65 mph one roll of paper lasts 15 to 20 minutes before the second roll of paper is spliced in. Each press costs $8 million and this press was the third to be put on line in four years.
Presses are custom built but we needed another one fast. We couldn't wait a year. We needed it now! Fortunately, another company canceled its order so we bought the one custom built for them but it would be several months before it would be up.
The Niles plant was the satelite division of the corporate office located in Greenville, Michigan near Grand Rapids. We had all the new toys; the big toys, the high speed-high production toys. All was money.
Production revenue was consistent with a 25% gain EVERY QUARTER and the employees shared in the gain. Quarterly, my check for the gain (gain sharing not profit sharing) averaged $350 after taxes. Only during one quarter did the employees not get a gain sharing check. We met the 25% gain (at the Niles division) but a costly production error at corporate lost it for all of us.
Solution suggested by the Niles employees was to have separate accounts for the gain. Niles versus Greenville. It worked. We got our checks consistently again. Corporate didn't.
It was during the peak time in the press room and the down time in pre-press while waiting on getting the new press delivered and online that I received a three-month notice that I was being laid off. I was the last hired in and other than Tom, had the most experience.
Four supervisors in the press room (the press room was still operating four 12-hour shifts) protested my lay-off to my department supervisor, the plant GM to the president of the company to no avail. My last day to work was to be December 31.
I got a sterling letter of recommendation from my department supervisor and, fortunately, plenty of time to financially prepare myself.
Michigan unemployment paid me $261.00 a week. Very good for 1993, but I was making $13.65 an hour plus overtime.
I went on interviews but web-offset printing companies were scarce in Western Michigan and Northern Indiana. I knew I would have to relocate to find work in my field. Printing and publishing was all I really knew. Being a journeyman didn't help much.
I have told people for years that people don't choose to be homeless. Maybe I did or maybe it would have been inevitable once the unemployment and any money I saved ran out. My lease on the house I was renting was ready to expire so I gave notice, put my stuff in storage and slept in the car, in my storage and occasionally at my mom's. She moved to Michigan two years prior but her lease stipulated that no one could stay with a tenant longer than two weeks.
Four months later, I moved back to Ohio where a job was waiting for me in Jackson Township (Canton).
And regarding that third press line..... it was up and running shortly before I left Michigan and someone had to be hired to fill the vacancy from my layoff.
Read the last two lines of the definition above regarding rightsizing and dumbsizing.
So You Think It Can't Happen To You. Well, Think Again!
The first two times was in Niles, Michigan.
I had moved there in May of 1989 after taking a job offer from a commercial printing company there. I was offered a working interview upon the recommendation of two former associates who previously were employed by a web-offset commercial printing company in Medina, Ohio.
My job in Medina was secure. I was successful there. I received raises on a consistent, timely basis. My reviews were always good. I was trusted by management in my judgment and troubleshooting abilities. I worked overtime when asked, took on other responsibilities including supervising and quality control. I was the queen of multi-tasking; the model employee.
My resignation (in writing) shocked my co-workers, department manager and shift foreman. No one saw it coming. It even shocked me. I was leaving a job, friends and a three-bedroom condo in a town that I loved.
Depression can do that to a person. And I was very depressed. I didn't realize it at the time but I'll go into that at another time in another post.
Anyway, I started the new job in Michigan in April of 1989. It was a fantastic job at a progressive company. Twelve hour shifts; every two days off allowing me the ability to drive the 5 hours to Medina to pack, have a garage sale and make the full move to Michigan and into an apartment a month later.
Now, here's where the homeless part comes in - the first time.
There was a fire the evening of December 26, 1989. I felt it - I sensed it - I obsessed over it.
Mom came up to Michigan to visit and I scheduled a few days off to take her back to Ohio and have time to spend with friends and relatives. We were to leave for Ohio December 26, which we did do after several hours of leaving the house (duplex), returning to double check things such as plugs, making sure I had left nothing turned on and leaving the apartment key with Tricia who lived upstairs. The thermostat controlling the heat to both of our apartments was located in my downstairs apartment.
Two feet of snow had fallen overnight; mild by Western Michigan standards. Damn it was cold outside; below freezing with a wind chill of zero.
Finally I left Niles; got on the toll rode in South Bend and got as far as Elkhart, Indiana when the feeling of doom over took me. Back to Niles, Michigan to check again. Did I unplug my hot rollers?
Six hours later; it's 8 p.m. Mom and I had just ordered dinner at the Brown Derby on Cleveland-Massillon in Montrose, Ohio. The feeling of doom came over me again and I couldn't shake it. It was overwhelming and Mom noticed it too in how I was acting; fidgeting.
We ate dinner and left headed for Massillon. We drove two hours to my hometown of Toronto, Ohio the next morning to visit cousins and my aunts.
After a full day of driving, visiting and driving back to Massillon, the phone rang at my mom's. It was 10 p.m. My best friend Debby had called to tell me that there had been a fire; in Tricia's apartment at 8 p.m. (the same night and time I was at the Brown Derby fidgeting the night before).
I had tenant's insurance; Tricia didn't. I lost nothing. Tricia and her son Favian lost everything; Christmas presents, the cat died from the smoke. My apartment was sooty and smokey. Tricia's apartment was gutted. Both apartments were uninhabitable.
My insurance covered my motel stay, expenses to clean my clothes and furnishing, expenses to move. I received a check from the insurance adjuster for $1500.00. The Salvation Army took care of Tricia and Favian.
The fire department determined the cause of the fire to be an unattended candle burning in Tricia's living room while she, her son and company she had over for dinner were in the kitchen.
Tricia told me she heard a popping noise.
We found dangerous wiring outside my apartment the day I moved out. I purchased, from the landlord, the washer and dryer that was on the enclosed back porch. The dryer was connected to a stripped, exposed cable (a hot line) coming up from the basement.
Just makes one wonder!
So how did I become homeless the second time in less than 4 years? Read my next post: "Longer Press Runs, Looking For Busy Work Means Unemployment".
Let's Begin Shall We?
Much time, energy, blood, sweat and tears have been spent to get to where I am today.
Contained on this blog will be the telling of my story of my life experience. The career I busted my ass for. The illness I fought to overcome. The discrimination I faced and tried to fight in the workplace to keep my job and prevent my health from deteriorating further. The job loss that a simple accommodation at work could have prevented. My eviction from my apartment of ten years. My time spent homeless in Cleveland, Ohio and the events leading to owning my first home.
So, let's begin, shall we?