Taking Out the Trash

Wrapping things up at work. Throwing out stuff that seemed like a good idea to keep around, but I don't want to lug it home and no point in leaving a mess for someone else. Showing other people how to do my jobs. Not a lot of joy from them at having more work to do. But, as I recall when I was in that position, the underlying thought was, "Thank God, it's not me."

From my experience when I was a round-of-layoffs survivor, the combination of fear and gratitude generated a strong work ethic that management had little shame in exploiting. Well, it still beats Communism.

Joining the Crowd

Of the unemployed. That's not entirely, true. Freelance work is around, I hope. But the good gig, it is done. The job paid well, but time off was impossible. I'm hoping this situation is a response to my prayers for better things. But a better job in a crappy economy is quite an expectation. We'll see how it works out.

The Good Old Days

Like, six mongths ago. When my mailbox was filled with offers of cheap money. The airwaves broadcasting opportunities to fulfill life's dreams. Not that I overindulged. No lost weekends in Cancun for me and my clan. But the overall vibe was quite gay (in the 19th Century version of the word). Beats the heck out of the dismal drumbeat of economic misery. I still hold on to the idea that it's good to be a bit generous to others if possible. The encroaching stinginess is what bums me out the most. Before I could indulge in hyperbole about the coming Apocalypse. Now such thoughts freak me out. Thanks for the interesting times.

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