The bills arrive as regularly as a heartbeat at the Vories\u2019s cozy bi-level brick house just across the Ohio River from Cincinnati. It\u2019s the paychecks that are irregular.<\/p>\n
These days, Alex Vories, 37, is delivering pizzas for LaRosa\u2019s, though he has to use his parents\u2019 car since he wrecked his own 1997 Nissan van on a rainy day last month. In the spring and autumn, he had managed to snag several weeks of seasonal work with the Internal Revenue Service, sorting tax returns for $14 an hour. But otherwise the family had to make do with the $350 a week his wife, Erica, brought home from her job as a mail clerk for the I.R.S.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe just kind of wing it every month,\u201d\u009d said Mr. Vories, whose unemployment benefits ran out at the end of 2013, 10 months after he lost his job answering phones at Fidelity Investments. Ever since, the family\u2019s income has bounced up and down from one week to the next, like the basketball he and his two sons play with in their driveway, next to the Kentucky Wildcats pennant planted in their front yard.<\/p>\n