Huffington Magazine Issue 67 | Page 68

BEN HALLMAN COLLATERAL DAMAGE over the back seat of his pickup truck. He had come to check up on the boys’ two pet rats, kept in a cage on the floorboard. But he forgot to leave the windows down, and the cab of the truck is explosively hot. One of the rats is dead. The other is extremely sluggish. He pours water over its whiskered nose, but it has no effect. “I think she died in my hand just now,” he says. He carefully places the rat back in the cage. Then he covers his eyes with his hands and begins to cry. “It’s my job to prevent this from happening, and I’m failing at it,” he says. In his past life, he was at his best under stress, he says. Now he has trouble managing his feelings. He cries a lot more, he says. Genel is less demonstrative, at least in front of a reporter. But she is also struggling. “I don’t even know what to do,” she says. The contrast between her work and home life is profound. By day, she is a purchasing manager at Belco, a Spanish-owned power company in nearby Chino, Calif. On a recent company outing, she flew inside a World War HUFFINGTON 09.22.13 [Mogelberg] covers his eyes with his hands and begins to cry. “It’s my job to prevent this from happening, and I’m failing at it.” II-era B-17 bomber. She earns about $900 per week. At night, she returns to a life she finds increasingly hard to manage. A new apartment seems out of reach. They had bad credit even before the lockout, and most landlords screen prospective tenants. They Mogelberg and Genel with their possessions at the Hilton hotel in Anaheim, Calif.