SafeLink Wireless provides free cell phones and airtime to income-qualified individuals. Basically, if you make under about $14K/year, you qualify. It does say that you need a valid address to ship the phone to (no P.O. boxes accepted), but there’s an easy way around this. I offer up this tip lifted from Survival Guide to Homelessness: “Get a mailbox at a UPS store or similar establishment, and use that as your home address. Don’t get a post office box. PO Boxes are dead giveaways, but a commercial mailbox has a street address. The address will read 1234 Anystreet, PMB123. PMB stands for private mailbox. When you give your address substitute a pound sign (#), or Apt. Never write PMB. This will not affect delivery of mail”.
The other program is Community Voice Mail, which can be used by anyone and everyone who needs it (no income limits apply). It can be used from any touch-tone phone, including pay phones, for free. If you have an e-mail address, you can also be notified via e-mail when you have received a message.
Some kind of phone access is almost essential for those homeless and trying to find work. If you do not have or cannot afford a phone, make use of these tools!
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On the topic of revenge: It’s not always a completely savory concept, but sometimes it’s necessary.
First off, I should say that in my Wal-Mart parking lot, there are several other long-term homeless individuals living out of RVs, trailers, and cars. I haven’t yet had the opportunity to interact with any of these people, as they all keep to themselves. Everything is kept very quiet and clean; I rarely, if ever, see anyone come and go. There is no littering, no noise, no nothing. It is almost eerily quiet around there, as if there is an implicit, unspoken agreement that none of us will attract attention to ourselves, and therefore, ruin the setup for everyone else. We all know that it only takes one complaint from a shopper or city resident to the police, and we may be asked to move. The majority of us have long outstayed Wal-Mart’s “one or two nights” policy, and managed to blend – when it comes down to it, one trailer/car looks pretty much like another, right? However, it is a precarious situation at best, so everyone is incredibly clean and polite, so as not to give any cause for complaint.
There are these two little punks who seem to think that it’s funny to drive their truck to the edge of the parking lot every night, around midnight or 1:00 a.m., and keep the homeless awake by blasting music as loud as it will go – we’re not talking regular loud music here, we’re talking subwoofers, the whole bit, until you can feel the vibrations in your bones.
They usually stay for about 20-30 minutes, and then drive off, laughing. Of course, no one ever does or says anything. It’s not like you can open your window and shout “get out of here, you rotten kids! People are trying to sleep!” Everyone is conditioned to be absolutely quiet and still, ride it out, and let them pass. Don’t draw more attention to ourselves. It’s pretty jarring being woken up every night, but I suppose it’s one of those things you learn to deal with when you’re widely considered the scum-suckers on the bottom of the society tank.
Well, last night, I made a late-night run to the Circle K on the other side of the shopping center parking lot. And who do you suppose were there, filling up their gas tank? I made a big show out of sauntering over and writing down their license plates. They started getting belligerent, asking me what I was doing.
I told them I was the janitor for Wal-Mart (does Wal-Mart even have a janitor?!) and I wanted to know whom to file the noise complaint against with the police. I looked them in the eye, put on my steeliest dominatrix tone, and challenged them, “Go ahead, blast your music again. I dare you”. I don’t think they knew what to say. I walked away and went about my business at Circle K.
All was quiet last night. I don’t think they’ll bug us again. If they do, I have their license plate number. Rotten little punks.
Huzzah, I have struck a blow and claimed a (minor) victory in defense of my homeless brethren! *dances*
