Well, hello there and thanks for surfing my wave!
In advance of this post, go ahead, call me ‘Bad’. Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough. Feel better already? Good; I’m glad you got it out of your system, ‘cause I’m getting it out of mine…
I’m truly sorry and deeply saddened over the passing of, yeah…HIM. But observing and talking amongst colleagues, most of them unemployed, it’s simply Human Nature to think about the Money being spent on all of – whatever you want to call it – since HIS terrestrial departure. I’m Working Day And Night trying to make ends meet and establishing full-time employment. I live in Southern California and have noticed several crucial issues…
The State of California is a whisper away from bankruptcy having already disbursed countless IOU’s at 3 ½ percent payable to those banks that cash them come mid-Fall. The City of Los Angeles’ Mayor has been documented on umpteen occasion’s jet-setting to Washington D.C. on taxpayers’ dollars looking for handouts. When the Lakers won the NBA Title, days were put into figuring out who was going to foot that bill before a penny was spent – and any overage to the budget would be guaranteed prior to one blueprint being drafted. On that one point, they did it right. Now some infamous, Gone Too Soon, icon departs this life and the City is all over it and calls in their Troops instantaneously without so much as a blink of an eye. No questions as to who will pay or anything. I seriously don’t want to come off as being Off The Wall, but Another Part Of Me said I Can’t Help It. A note to the City of Los Angeles: The Way You Make Me Feel is We’ve Had Enough of your crap! I am royally sick and tired of your shenanigans. I’m unemployed, I have a family to feed and bills to pay – look at the poor, living helpless on your streets; look at the destitution in what used to be World Class medical institutions in your purview. People are left to die, alone and without any thought of dignity or righteousness. From all reports, the bill for this Event will cost in excess of four million dollars; most likely surpassing the recent Lakers Victory Celebration and, quite possibly, that of the 1984 Olympics. They Don’t Care About Us; the politicians running this Government to ruin are ruthless and completely out of touch with reality. It’s not like the family is poor and can’t afford it – it’s who they are. Well, I’m somebody too! What would happen if I bit the dust writing this? Could my family make a call to our Councilperson and have a flotilla of whomever and whatever and whenever at their beckon call?
No.
Flipping through channels trying to put all of this into perspective, if that’s even possible, I stumbled upon the coverage of my ex-employer. At that exact moment, precisely, the anchor retracted an earlier error during their coverage of the proceedings. During the brief – like less than a minute – comments Paris made of her Father, his only daughter of eleven years, a Promo appeared…on the air, eclipsing what probably was the sound-bite and video clip of this decade. The station blew it big time; whomever caused that to happen should Get On The Floor now and pray their job is safe. But, no! I’M the one without a job. Do you think for a split-second those nincompoops might have wondered where all those people they laid off just last week went? Forget about me for the moment, what transpired over the air of that station is nothing short of shooting themselves in the foot and then having the audacity to say during live television, these things happen? Under normal circumstances this is true, but these times we’re faced with today are the farthest from normal; suffice it to say that if the television station kept just a handful more employees, the embarrassment they face now and the negative press that will be generated as a result of it would not have occurred.
But no; they had to do it their way – they all must do it their way. Screw us, screw everybody. If it’s good for the few, the selfish, the abusive power mongers…it’s good for all, right? Well folks, they are not the world – We Are The World.
Leave Me Alone. Beat It.
Why Just Look For A Job? Create One!™
TheUnemployMENTOR – email@theunemploymentor.com
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Dear Unemploymentmentor,
I had to kick my unemployed self to detach from my MJ media addiction. (I didn’t go to my job support group!) My heart and mind were in conflict over why we had to honor him at the cost of $4 million!? In the 80’s I remember watching his musical genius “moonwalking” and “Thriller” dance steps mesmerized with my children. As a grandmother I still toe-tap to the beat of his music but …..I am also angry to the city’s cost for crowd control! And there lies the conflict! He’s in my heart but my mind cannot comprehend the cost of his memorial! Maybe AEG (the company that owns Staples) will pay back a fair share. Or maybe the Jackson family trust, or whatever will come up with the money. My heart wants to believe they will but my mind tells me how many state salaries, teachers’ jobs, or state I.O U’s could have been saved!!! I feel your pain! Spending $4 million doesn’t make me “Smile”!
-Bobbie-
Hey Bobbie!
How the heck are ‘ya! Yeah, I asked your Bro’ where you were–he either didn’t hear me or didn’t want to hear me…TIVO, darling. I hope he wasn’t embarrassed by your absence! The speaker, albeit long-winded and not terribly motivational, was very informative. No Biggie!
Thanks for reading and completely understanding where I’m coming from–you hit it on the head. Needed, but outrageously ridiculous!
Hope to see you next week!
Warmest Wishes-
TUM