The plight of the poor

I know we are all busy. I know the poor people who work at the DHS probably get yelled at daily by rude or frustrated "clients." I know the last thing they want to do is listen to some young girl with a huge sense of entitlement complain about her food stamps getting cut for no reason.
But seriously. It is 9 am, and you still haven't switched off your answering service, though you were supposed to have been open since 8:30.
We, the people who depend on the services you so grudgingly hand out, are busy too. Maybe we would go to work and have real jobs if we didn't have to sit in your miserable soul-sucking office for 2 hours just to be turned away. Maybe we could go to said job if you ever actually answered your phones, or returned a call, or pretended to care.

I get it. You're jaded. I'm jaded too. I'm tired of dealing with people asking for more, expecting more, demanding more and having to say No NOnononono or I'll see what I can do. but really meaning "ain't no way that's ever gonna happen."
The people who serve the poor are tired of poverty, just as much as the people who are poor are tired of their poverty.

Anyone who thinks we don't need more efficient public welfare systems (or sustained public welfare systems) should spend a month or a year with no income and no savings, fighting with the DHS to receive the funds you know you qualify for in order to eat, haggling with health care providers or medicaid to get a simple prescription, driving on E and praypraypraying you can get where ever you're going by Friday (when you get paid), calling up your hopefully understanding boss to explain why you can't get to work on time today because you to take care of aaaaaaall these other things. Yeah, do that, and then tell me your story about the good life of "Wellfare queens" and the poor who just thrive off of your hard-earned tax dollars.