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    Workers Get Fewer Hours, Deepening the Downturn
    By Peter S. Goodman
    The New York Times

    Friday 18 April 2008

    Not long ago, overtime was a regular feature at the Ludowici Roof Tile factory in eastern Ohio. Not anymore. With orders scarce and crates of unsold tiles piling up across the yard, the company has slowed production and cut working hours, sowing worry and thrift among its workers.

    "We don't just hop in the car and go shopping or get something to eat," said Kim Baker, whose take-home pay at the plant has recently dropped to $450 a week, from more than $600. "You've got to watch everything. If we go to town now, it's for a reason."

    Throughout the country, businesses grappling with declining fortunes are cutting hours for those on their payrolls. Self-employed people are suffering a drop in demand for their services, like music lessons, catering and management consulting. Growing numbers of people are settling for part-time work out of a failure to secure a full-time position.

    The gradual erosion of the paycheck has become a stealth force driving the American economic downturn. Most of the attention has focused on the loss of jobs and the risk of layoffs. But the less-noticeable shrinking of hours and pay for millions of workers around the country appears to be a bigger contributor to the decline, which has already spread from housing and finance to other important areas of the economy.

    While official unemployment has risen only modestly, to 5.1 percent, the reduction of wages and working hours for those still employed has become a primary cause of distress, pushing many more Americans into a downward spiral, economists say.

    Moreover, this slippage is a critical indicator that the nation may well be on the verge of a recession, if not already in one.

    Last month, the hours worked by those on American payrolls dropped, compared with six months earlier, according to an index maintained by the Labor Department. The last time the index moved into negative territory was February 2001, when the economy was on the doorstep of recession. A similar slide emerged in August 1990, one month into what proved an even more severe downturn.

    From March 2007 to March of this year, the average workweek reported in the private sector slipped slightly to 33.8 hours, from 33.9 hours, while overtime for manufacturing workers fell by a larger margin.

    At the end of last month, more than 4.9 million people were working part time either because they could not find full-time jobs or because their companies had cut hours in the face of slack business, according to a Labor Department survey. That represented an increase of 400,000 since November.

    And on Wednesday, the government reported that average earnings slipped in March after accounting for the rising costs of food and fuel - the sixth consecutive month that pay failed to keep pace with inflation.

    As people bring home paychecks that do not go as far, they are forced to economize, eliminating demand for goods and services that once captured their dollars, spreading pain to providers like auto dealers and lawn care providers. They, too, must trim their outlays on pay, shrinking working hours more and furthering the slowdown

    "It means spending slows going forward," said Robert Barbera, chief economist at the trading and research firm ITG.

    Paychecks are diminishing just as millions of Americans are finding their access to credit constricted as well. Borrowing against the value of real estate - a crucial artery of household finance in recent years - has been pared back as home prices have plummeted and as banks have tightened lending standards in the aftermath of the collapse of the housing bubble.

    "At this point, those avenues are blocked," said Jared Bernstein, senior economist at the labor-oriented Economic Policy Institute in Washington. "Consumption going forward is going to be in large part a good old-fashioned function of paychecks and incomes."

    Even before the rollback in working hours, pay was barely keeping up with the rising costs of gas and food. From February to September of last year, the average hourly earnings for workers in the private sector was still growing at a slightly faster clip than the pace of inflation, according to the Labor Department. But from November through March, as employers began to scale back in a variety of ways, wage growth fell below the pace of inflation, meaning that paychecks were effectively shrinking.

    Now, work opportunities are themselves declining, as the downturn snuffs out business.

    In the suburbs of Denver, Max Garcia was netting as much as $2,000 a month last year as a self-employed computer repairman, he said. As recently as November, he was still receiving three and four calls for help a week. But since early February, calls have dropped to one a week or fewer, he said.

    "Everybody's getting tighter," he said - himself included. With his income cut in half, Mr. Garcia, a single father, no longer takes his two young daughters out for fast food, he said. For clothing, he now goes to secondhand stores instead of the mall. For amusement, he visits the park instead of the museum.

    "We spend more time at home," Mr. Garcia said. "We don't drive anywhere we don't have to."

    In Los Angeles, William Righi, a musician, bemoans the sudden difficulty of getting jazz and blues gigs at restaurants and parties. He gives fewer private singing lessons to high school students.

    "Their parents don't want to pay," Mr. Righi sighed. "They don't have the money to burn. In the last month, it's really dropped off."

    With his income down, Mr. Righi has been putting off buying new musical instruments and sheet music. He has curtailed his traveling.

    At a factory in Lancaster, Pa., Armstrong World Industries, which makes flooring products, cut production of vinyl sheets for two weeks in March in reaction to softening demand for its goods, the company said.

    Management is now seeking to slow production further, said Joe Rumberger, president of the local branch of the United Steelworkers, which represents workers there.

    Some of those sent home received temporary unemployment benefits, he said, securing government checks of about $520 a week in lieu of paychecks that reached $900.

    "It hurts," he said. "If you're not working, unemployment checks only go so far."

    At many companies, management is hanging on to as many workers as it can, cutting hours to try to limit layoffs, while hoping that business improves.

    As the construction business deteriorated rapidly last fall, so did demand for the ceramic tiles produced in New Lexington, Ohio, at the Ludowici factory. In November, the company began drastically cutting overtime for many workers. The following month it laid off several people. Last month, the factory resorted to layoffs, cutting the hourly work force to 81, from 93. It idled the kiln on weekends.

    But even as sales fell, the company kept producing, building up stocks of tiles that it assumed it could sell eventually.

    "We thought that would be a smart way to do it in order to keep people working," said Derek Thomas, the plant manager. "The philosophy around here is we remain hopeful that things are going to pick up."

    But if fresh orders do not arrive soon, Mr. Thomas acknowledged that his hopes were likely to be dashed. In that case, he said, the company was facing further "head count reductions."

    With his overtime pay gone and faced with the ugly potential of a layoff from the job he has known for 14 years, Mr. Baker, the plant worker, is streamlining his spending every way he can.

    This time of year, he would normally be planning a trip through Ohio in his camper. But he does not expect to take to the road anytime soon. "Not with the money flowing the way it is," he said, "and the price of gas."

    To John E. Silvia, chief economist for Wachovia, the banking company based in Charlotte, N.C., Mr. Baker and his boss are representative of a national economy that is hunkered down and awaiting better while worrying about worse.

    "You've got a lot of people sitting around now," he said, "waiting and hoping for orders."

 


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    Gas Prices Box in an Alabama Community
    By Richard Fausset
    The Los Angeles Times

    Friday 18 April 2008

Cars have connected Wilcox County with the wider world, and with jobs. But now the drive doesn't pay off.

    Coy, Alabama - The modest Japanese sedan made its way down the gravel drive between the cow pasture and the dirt basketball court, kicking up a cloud of dust before coming to rest beside Roy Saulsberry Jr.'s ancient gas pumps.

    A passenger stepped out, clutching an old antifreeze jug. Outside Roy's Grocery & Package store, the regulars were hemming and hawing on a wooden bench, under the spell of the afternoon's slow rhythm.

    Norman Finklea filled his jug just past a gallon, letting the analog meter come to rest at $3.88. Then he walked into Roy's with his four crumpled bills and a litany of anxieties, which were rising with the price of gas.

    He didn't need to tell them to Saulsberry. As the proprietor of this little country store in one of the poorest counties in Alabama, Saulsberry has already heard them all. It doesn't matter what kind of cars pull up to pumps these days - stretchy old hooptie sedans, scuffed econo-boxes, king-cab pickups - anxiety is their common cargo.

    With the high price of gas, Saulsberry said, "people just can't go as much."

    Finklea, a freelance construction worker, had paid a friend $5 to pick him up at his house a few miles down the road and drive him here. His own car was back at home with its pin on empty, he said. He needed it to drive to work in the morning.

    Finklea said high gas prices were the reason he paid only half his light bill last month, the reason he and his wife were trying to get by with less food, the reason he is turning down jobs that are more than 30 miles away.

    Those jobs, he said, are not worth driving to anymore.

    Cheap gas, and cars to put it in, have long given Americans the freedom to roam. For the people of Coy - a largely African American community of about 900, two hours southwest of Montgomery - that freedom has been particularly vital, delivering them out of rural isolation and into decent, if far-flung, employment.

    A generation ago, black laborers sharecropped cotton on white-owned land here. Others worked in nearby sawmills. By the 1960s, the mills were thriving, but small-scale farming was fading away, and the civil rights era had opened new job possibilities.

    Those jobs, however, tended to be spread around the state. The people of Coy gassed up their cars and drove to them. They drove 13 miles on the two-lane highway to Camden,the county seat, or they ventured farther afield, to the bigger cities of Selma and Montgomery. They took manufacturing jobs and teaching jobs, handyman gigs and government desk work.

    Today, gas money and a functioning car are still vital for workers who wish to leave this stretch of pastureland, low-slung houses and tumbledown trailers. The only public transportation is a regional van service that mostly shuttles the elderly to doctor's appointments. There are only a few local farmhand jobs.

    Though drivers across the nation are smarting from the rising price of gas, it is taking a particularly harsh toll here in Wilcox County, where the median household income is $17,500. A recent report by the Oil Price Information Service estimated that residents spend more than 13% of their monthly income on gas - the highest ratio in the nation. (The study, which also took into account local gas prices and commuting statistics, found that the average Los Angeles County household spends 3.9% of its monthly income on gas.)

    Roy's Grocery has long served as a sort of home base for commuters: a place to buy a few gallons, get a six-pack of beer, catch up with friends. But the price of gas - which was $3.51 per gallon at Roy's earlier this month - has changed some things. Clarence Perryman, a retired construction worker, has been a fixture for years at the store, watching his neighbors come and go.

    "They used to pull up and say, 'Fill it up,' " he said. "Not anymore."

    It was an argument over gas money that prompted Saulsberry to build the grocery in the first place, in the mid-1990s. A clerk at a now-defunct Coy convenience store had accused him of failing to pay for a fill-up. She was a white woman. He suspected it was a racial thing.

    At the time, there were two stores in town - both with white owners. Saulsberry recalled telling his father, Roy Saulsberry Sr.: "If I ever get able, I will put up a store here in Coy. I don't care if I ever make money off it."

    Soon after, the two men, who are partners in a contracting business, began constructing a utilitarian cinder-block building with a metal roof. Today, the outside is painted a creamy tapioca. Inside are a few shelves of snack foods, a refrigerator with beer and soda, and candy and cigarettes behind a long counter.

    Behind the register, a clerk can watch through a little window covered in burglar bars as customers pull up to the old silver-and-white pumps. On the other side of the building, the Saulsberrys have set up a spartan pool hall, with three billiard tables and a boombox.

    Father and son wanted it to be not just a store but an informal community center. But to make it work, the younger Saulsberry figured, it was crucial to sell gas. It was the product people needed most. It was the lure that would tempt them to stop, and perhaps linger.

    It took Saulsberry six months to find someone who would bring a little gas out this far - a distributor from Mobile, 125 miles away. She eventually insisted that he order a minimum of 4,000 gallons a month, which was much more than he needed. These days, he hauls the gas himself from a neighboring county, making the trip in a 1-ton truck with a tank in the back. He brings back about 300 gallons twice a week.

    Saulsberry, 45, is a compact man, laconic and soft-spoken, with tired eyes set in a genial face. He has one foot in the 21st century, with a cellphone holster glued to his hip and a teenage son who will travel to Europe to study this summer.

    But the Old South is alive in his world, too. He is the grandson of sharecroppers; a funeral program for his late mother hanging above the store counter notes that her father's nickname was "Sambo." The lowing of cows in the adjacent pasture occasionally penetrates the store's interior, where pickled pigs' lips in pale pink brine await hungry customers.

    Saulsberry has been trying for years to transform Coy from a place that people have to leave into a place that gives them a reason to stay. He helped found the little volunteer fire department and ran unsuccessfully for a county commission seat in the late 1980s. These days, he's trying to find a $1,500 grant to pave the dirt basketball court next to the store.

    He'd be happiest if Coy could attract a decent-size manufacturing plant, so people wouldn't have to travel so far to work. Until it does, he figures he will keep hauling the gas from Thomasville, as a kind of public service.

    His gas is more expensive than the gas over in Camden. Saulsberry says he has to pay a higher wholesale price because he doesn't buy much; he also buys premium gas, though he doesn't advertise that to his customers. "I just tell 'em I got good gas," he said. "Cheaper isn't always better."

    He pockets about 10 cents a gallon - just enough to pay the store's light bill.

    The store's faded wooden sign still bears the hand-painted price for a gallon of unleaded from some distant time: $1.23 9/10. A cousin usually opens the place in late morning. Most customers come in the evening, after their shifts, buying their gas with cash, and a gallon or two at a time.

    Sam Knight, 61, pulled up in a blue van and pumped $8 worth. Knight had a heart attack last year; since then, he said, he has missed cardiologist appointments because he can't afford to drive the 100 miles to Selma and back.

    Spencer Byrd Jr., 47, tries to buy his gas at the stores in Camden, where it's cheaper, but he visits Roy's from time to time. He said he used to run a lawn-care service to supplement his job as a maintenance man at the post office. But gas prices forced him to shut down the lawn business last fall.

    William Coleman, 53, has been driving the 30 miles to and from his plywood mill job for 17 years. To save on gas, he has recently taken to sleeping in the boiler room between 12-hour shifts. Coleman usually stays overnight twice a week, leaving his wife to deal with the two grandchildren they are raising.

    "My biggest problem," he said, "is gas."

    As the sun went down on a recent Wednesday, the regulars monopolized the wooden bench, gossiping and talking politics. Perryman, the retiree, thumbed through the local paper, with its back page used-car ad that screamed "GAS SAVERS." Neighbors ambled across the basketball court in twos and threes, looking for a snack. A man pulled up and filled the tank of an old motorbike that was missing its gas cap. A woman drove up and filled half of a pickle jar.

    Jamison Jones, 26, said he has been looking for a construction job since being laid off six months ago. The good jobs, he said, are in Montgomery and Mobile. Even if he got one of those jobs, he'd have to find someone to carpool with - someone with the same job, the same shift, "same everything," he said.

    Of course, Jones could just move, like others who have left Wilcox County to be closer to good jobs. Francis B. Dobson Jr., assistant director of the Alabama-Tombigbee Regional Commission, a local planning agency, said those people may benefit from a short commute, but they make their struggling home county that much poorer.

    "When the best and the brightest leave your county," he said, "what have you got left?"

    Finklea, the man with the full jug of gasoline, doesn't plan on moving. He grew up around here, and this summer he will pay off the mortgage on his double-wide trailer. If the price of gas becomes intolerable, he said, he will find a way to survive in Coy.

    "I guess I'll get on food stamps," he said. "And kill me a couple of deers and rabbits."

    Finklea jumped in the waiting sedan, which soon disappeared up the road.

    Saulsberry wandered outside of his store to the thrum of crickets and waited for the next customer to come rolling up the drive.

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