As the name suggests, people on Strugglestreet don’t have it easy. Comprised of young families and single parents on low incomes or government benefits, this segment has a high unemployment rate and a very low socio-economic status. Most are Aussie-born, very few are tertiary-educated, and those with jobs tend to be in semi-skilled or unskilled positions. Not surprisingly, Strugglestreets worry about the cost of living, healthcare services and the needs of families.
Walk with Me
Wow – I just got a call from the local radio station telling me I’ve won tickets to see Ricky Martin perform in Melbourne! In all these years of entering competitions, this is my biggest win (I got a free pack of Tim Tams once in an Arnott’s promotion, but that’s it). I hope they pay for my accommodation and train, or I won’t be able to go.
I can barely cover my rent, let alone a return fare from Shepparton and a hotel. The parenting payment doesn’t stretch that far, trust me. With two kids under ten, every day’s a battle between me and my budget. Their dad’s no help — he shot through with another chick two years ago.
Danny developed a strange rash yesterday, so I took him to the doctor and he has to see a skin specialist. God knows how much that’ll cost; I bet they don’t do bulk-billing. You’ve gotta be rich to get good medical treatment. Britney needs glasses, but I can’t afford them. So she’s wearing a pair of those magnifying glasses you get at chemists. I feel terrible.
My friend Tracey’s much older than me, about 35, and she says it gets more expensive as your kids get older. And she’s married! What hope do I have? Speaking of Trace, I owe her a pack of ciggies. When she was over last week, Rambo (our Staffy) stole her smokes and buried them in the garden! He’s a devil, but sooo cute.