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EDD 2024

In Uncategorized on June 11, 2024 at 11:28 am
EDD sucks. The website sucks. The telephonic service (what little there is) sucks.

It feels intentional. Just one glance at how poorly it operated during the Pandemic–and before, and afterward–is enough to convince any intelligent human that this is a woefully underfunded, poorly administered department.

Here’s the email I sent to the California Labor and Workforce Development Agency:

“Hi Labor Persons,

I’m a Substitute Teacher.

The terrifying financial hardship that looms over me if I am unable to file a new claim with EDD prompts this email, as there is apparently **no possible way** to contact EDD: nobody answers the phone, and there’s a mysterious “Error” every time I send an inquiry. Believe it or not, nobody responds to my inquiries.

This feels intentional. Every single tax-paying citizen with whom I’ve spoken in my personal and professional life, of every political stripe, feels the same: the EDD website is intentionally impenetrable because the state doesn’t want to fulfill its obligations to pay us the unemployment to which we are entitled.

You work for the California Labor & Workforce Development Agency, I know I don’t need to tell you these are our dollars, taken from our paychecks.

Financial Hardship is what I need to tell you. And yeah, I know, you’re probably not anyone high up in the food chain. But please, if there’s anything you can do, please help me. I don’t know what else to do.

Best,

Edward Hightower
(XXX) XXX-XXXX”

Here’s their response:

“Your email has been forwarded to the appropriate personnel at the Employment Development Department (EDD). However, you may want to reach out the EDD.

EDD Phone #: 1-800-300-5616

EDD Director Office Phone #: (916) 654-8210

Unemployment Insurance (UI) Phone #: 1-800-300-5616 or (916) 654-7401

State Disability Insurance (SDI) Phone #: (916) 654-0453

California Unemployment Insurance Appeals Board (CUIAB) Phone #: (916) 263-6803

Thank you, have a great day!”

And here’s what I wrote to them:

“Hi there!

Thank you so much for forwarding my email.

I’ve called all the numbers appropriate for reaching the EDD; in every case, just after I enter my social security number, the automated message is that they are receiving more calls than they can handle, and I should call back later.

The eternal lament of the unemployed: Why do they not have an option to have someone from EDD call us back? I would happily sing the praises of EDD if something like this were implemented and if it actually functioned.

I mean, look how quickly you responded to me. I’ve never had a response like this from EDD. The one time I’ve had a conversation with someone from EDD was years ago — maybe 2010 — and their entire demeanor was so incredibly unpleasant that I felt emotionally bruised for the next two days. It made me never want to talk to anyone from EDD, ever again. They’ve certainly never responded to any of my written messages — if they’ve ever even received them.

Of course, I’m painfully aware that you may be a bot. The listing of the numbers to call (when we both know none would go through) feels bot-like. I don’t mean this as an insult, I imagine that if you are human, you have very specific responses you’re required to send in order to be as robotic as possible, and you’ll probably get in trouble with a supervisor if you reveal humanity.

I understand: I once worked in corporate retail.

Best,

Edward Hightower”

But then! THIS HAPPENED! Even as I was hitting send on that email, this one arrived:

“Good morning Mr. Hightower,

First, I’d like to apologize for the frustration you must be feeling and we’re sorry your experience thus far with EDD has been a poor one.

I wanted to reach out and let you know the Director’s Office is in receipt of your correspondence below. I have forwarded the email to the Unemployment Insurance Branch (UIB). You should receive a callback from them within the next few days. I’m sorry I’m unable to give you a more exact timeframe but rest assured, you will be called. Please be available for the call during normal business hours, 8 AM – 5 PM Pacific Time. If you do not receive a callback by Friday, please reach back out to us and we will personally follow-up with UIB.

Thank you!

Brad Simmons
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Executive Secretary II
Director’s Office, MIC #83
Directorate

State of California
Employment Development Department
PO Box 826880
Sacramento, CA 94280
http://www.edd.ca.gov

Our Business is Your Success”

And of course because I’m unwell, this was my response:

“Good Morning Mr. Simmons,

In the graphic novel of my life, I’m sitting in a coffee shop with my jaw on the floor and a skyscraper-sized exclamation point over my head. I don’t know if I can express the degree of shock — and possible* delight — I feel at receiving your missive.

So first, I want to say THANK YOU! 😀, because I never expected a response like this. In fact, I just finished a response to the initial email I received, thanking them for forwarding my email even if they’re a bot (while simultaneously expressing doubt that there would ever be any further response).

*This asterisk is here because my delight is provisional, cautious and rooted in the soil of long experience and disappointment. One does not want to jinx oneself.

Here’s my question for you: what can I tell my fellow Substitutes (and other unemployed persons in my acquaintance) about how to penetrate or bypass the EDD Wall of Confusion? Should everyone email the LWDA, or is there an easier route? I like everything I see about how MyEDD is being made incredibly amazing and stuff, but I feel you should know (if you don’t already) that the CA DMV website has actually surpassed EDD in functionality, flow and usefulness.

Now that I’ve said that in print, I fear I may have triggered the End Times: And Lo! The Substitute Teacher with an AME CTE credential (whose 35 years of experience as actor and director make him imminently qualified to teach theatre in Alameda County) did say unto them: DMV surpasseth EDD! And the stars did fall from the heavens like figs, and the moon did bleed, and the sun sang only sad songs as the Disco Ragnarok began!

All of which is to say: because of you, sir, I am cautiously optimistic.

Thanking you and knocking wood, I wish you the very

Best,

Edward Hightower”

That’s where things rest right now. Fingers crossed, as noted above. Will update when awesomeness awesomes awesomely.

Today’s Haiku

In Comedy, Employment, Intent, Open Mic, Standup, Theatre, Writing on January 22, 2015 at 9:44 pm

I’ve started doing standup at open mics in SF.

The following are haiku based on my experiences en route, during, and at home afterward.

If you like them, I welcome your comments. If you hate them, I welcome your comments.

Last two nights: SF
Open mic standup is fun
Ev’ryone is sad

White guy wizard beard
Walking lone through the Mission
Nobody comes near

Unemployment sucks
Hard to wake up before nine
Debate: write or wank

How to get to BART
All I have is a dollar
Soccer moms need cock?

Foot fungus in chunks
Time to get some tea tree oil
Expensive? Sell death

Job interview good
Haven’t said too much but then
Ha ha foreskin joke

I will look like that
When I’m sixty-five years old
Need to learn more spells

Guilty Christmas cards
Are the only kind I send
Mass apology

Pornhub so much fun
Comment on the happy vids:
“No sex life for me.”

She-she speaks the truth
Thus inspiring standup act
Transformation thence

Satan has a bump
Satan shares his bump with me
Now I have a rash

Cabbage soup today
Blood pressure too god-damn high
Dad expressed concern

I am unemployed
This is White Male Privilege:
I am still alive

First audition miss
Since one seven seven six
Shame chagrin and guilt

House so cold at night
Heating with the gas stove thanks
Yes I know the risks

Money running low
How to get to open mic
Soccer moms are gone

EDD card what?
Oh that paid the WordPress fee
Monetize or die

Postcard mystery
Last year so anonymous
Then the postcards stopped

Specific Exploration

In Uncategorized on October 5, 2013 at 8:54 pm

It’s a warm early October day here in Livermore. My nephew came out here from Oakland yesterday and spent the night. We’ve been drinking espresso and eating breakfast and discussing new Magic decks while listening to John Lewis’ J.S. Bach: Preludes and Fugues. Various obligations we’ve had for the day have evaporated and as of now (1:08 pm), it seems that all of our horizons are clear and we are free to do whatever we please. It’s a bit of a shock, actually. The general consensus is, “Now what?”

I have something I want to do, and my plan is to talk the fiancee and the nephew into it. The main obstacle is the price of gas. Getting the fiancee to commit to any leisure activity that requires major expenditures for gasoline is problematic, at best. I can’t use the argument that it’s research for my blog — which it definitely is — because I don’t earn any money from the blog. You would think, with over sixteen thousand pageviews, I could earn some money. But Google hath decreed that my blog is adult in nature (because my characters and I all swear a great deal), and that I am therefore ineligible for monetization of the blog. So that argument is not going to work. I’ll have to come up with something else.

What I want to do is go for a drive. On a very specific road, South of Livermore. It’s an incredibly beautiful drive, and I’d be able to take some pictures for reference. Maybe that’s the argument. I could also show her some spots of which I’ve spoken to her in the past, places she’s never seen, on a road branching off of the main road. I can honestly tell you that she will not be terribly interested in these things. Maybe I can convince her to let me take the nephew on this journey of discovery. That might be just the tactic, but it again involves gas, which means money. Right now, things are tight.

The fiancee never wants me to write about our financial status. It makes her very angry. I’m supposed to “just not mention it,” even though it is absolutely central to every single thing we do, central to my decision to turn down every theatrical job I’m offered that doesn’t pay a living wage (which is all of them), central to every moment of our lives. It’s the source of the tension which causes her to grind her teeth in her sleep, the source of the tension which has wound around our relationship like a creeping, choking vine — strangling light, happiness, comfort and overall pleasant demeanor. She broods about money. Broods about it. I’ve always felt that a positive attitude will get one further than dark, angry obsessing. Perhaps I’m wrong. But she has yet to embrace my approach, and I always manage to pull money out of a hat at the last possible moment when we’re desperate.

I’ve got some writing plans that could expand into other areas of late, but of course they require attention and completion. Getting these sorts of things done can be tricky while socializing. I’ve begun to feel that I am losing too much time during the day if I’m not writing something. (I have this time right now because the nephew is in the shower.) There was a time when I would meet three days a week with some filmmaker cohorts, but since they moved in together we basically never meet. And since many of those meetings ended up being nothing more than pleasant, coffee-fueled debates, I look back on them with the distinct feeling of opportunity missed.

To be clear: I do not begrudge the nephew or the fiancee or anyone else my social time. I simply ache to get something written, to get at least 2,000 words of fiction saved, before I go and do something else. I also understand that balance is essential — one needs to get out of the house and do other things. I have been the charismatic housebound introvert for months, now. Perhaps a day simply out and about is all I need.

Here’s an idea: I’ll record the day. An audio recording to be transcribed and fictionalized, adapted to one or more 2,000 word short stories. Then it’s totally justifiable. Which, ah, now opens my mind to the possibilities I’d forgotten in these last months: every social interaction is a possible short story. I’ve been holed up here in front of this computer or my typewriter since May. It hasn’t been healthy, but it has occasionally been productive.

I need to go to some parties. Preferably raging topless bacchanalia. I’ll add that to the shopping list.