Thursday, February 16, 2006

Hurricane Katrina 

Frustration. There is no other word to describe how I feel each and every time I hear about Katrina. The week I spend there was the best- and worst- time in my life. I was finally among like minded souls, people who felt as I did, and were doing SOMETHING about it. I was trying to explain to my Aunt and Uncle why I was so irritated that my job would not give me unpaid time off so that I could go back. They didn’t understand. They tried to spin the positives- your job needs you, they like having you work there blah blah blah. None of it matters to me. I didn’t go because I needed this job- I have a house and obligations now I can’t just risk it all on a whim. Although in a way it wasn’t a whim. I have never felt so completely impotent before.
Last night I was watching a special on the National Geographic Channel about Katrina. How everything went wrong. I don’t know how much they left out (I know they left out the animal situation) but I place the blame squarely on the Governors shoulders. The federal Government wanted to help, she did not want to give over control. FEMA couldn’t get in at first due to the water. There was no mandatory evacuation. So many small things went wrong, and it turned into a big mess. Here I watch this show, the aftermath, the boats floating by a drenched dog, a cat sitting on a roof, and I feel devastated. I should BE there. I shouldn’t be here worrying about getting to class on time or how much gas I have left. I could be making a difference and the fact that I am tied by a company that won’t give you unpaid (yes unpaid) time off makes the bile rise in the back of my throat.
I have nothing to give, no money to spare, no extra clothes or food. But I have time, and I hate the fact that I can’t make that descion for myself.


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