As my friend Martin put it: "Things are looking up! Soon so many unemployed people will have quit looking for jobs that all the good ones will be yours for the taking!"
And in other news, my motivation level has hit a new low this weekend. It's probably a good thing that breathing is an autonomic process.
sorry to hear that paul. keep up the breathing.
The other day, a friend and I skipped out on work and took a walk through the park.
"Why are there so many people here?" she asked, shocked, "Don't they have jobs?"
"No!" I said, "Where the fuck have you been?"
Ya know what I hate?
I hate when you're like, just lying thre, and you want to, like, roll over, but it's just such a pain in the ass you can't - quite - do it.
And so you just lie there, wishing that you'd roll over.
I HATE that.
I've been in no fewer than four conversations in the last week where we discussed the wisdom of spending one to three years between high school and college learning some skill. (The impetus for these conversations inevitably is the common directionlessness of young people and whether it is reasonable for them to know what they want to do "when they grow up.")
A friend of mine spent three years as a machinist before going to college. It may not be his life calling (he's currently back in school working on an engineering degree) but he can always go back to it. I don't know any electricians or plumbers who are unemployed, and they make good money.
Unless, of course, your machinst friend happens to live in Seattle, where there are several thousand unemployed machinists.
I myself apprenticed in the solid, centuries-old long-term field of typesetting.
I hear, however, there's still plenty of work for weed dealers, certainly a skill often acquired in the age range you mention. ;)
Well, I guess I'll be buying *you* the drinks this BlogBash Paul.
If it makes ya feel better Paul, I probably could have gotten you a pseudo-job out on the eastern half of Long Island helping out in Siding. But even for those of us living off the housing whims of the rich, things seem slim