I really need to stop listening to the news. I know bad news sells, but what does it sell? Why does is sell? I don’t know about anyone else, but I’d much rather hear good news than bad. Good news puts me in a good mood. Bad news, especially when it’s about unemployment, depresses the heck out of me.
A friend of mine sent me this article. I have since written her and told her that she needs to stop sending these articles to me and she needs to stop reading them herself. Do you remember during Hurricane Katrina people all over the country were offering housing, jobs, clothes, money, help for the displaced animals, etc.? How is this any different? Hundreds of thousands of people and their animals are loosing their homes, can’t afford to buy food, etc., but is there any kind of massive effort to help these people? Are they any less deserving of help than the people displaced by Hurricane Katrina? Maybe it’s because the current economic state is a man-made problem, but wasn’t the flooding in New Orleans essentially man-made?
I guess if you have a job it’s easy to ignore those who are unemployed, or think that it is somehow our fault that we cannot find a job. Right now, I am feeling very unemployable. I have an interview tomorrow and then another one on Saturday, but I’m not holding out much hope. I haven’t heard anything about the job in Charlotte, but that’s really no surprise. I expect there are a whole lot of people as qualified as I am that applied for the same job. Why would they hire me?
I have been out of a job for so long I don’t even know how I’ll go back to work. Not that I’m not working now; in fact, I’m probably working harder now than I ever have. Unfortunately, the work I am doing now doesn’t pay the bills. It feeds us and the animals, but that’s it. I am afraid that the time will come when we’ll be very glad to have our own sources of food.
Heck, look at all the fishermen in the Gulf that have had their livelihood completely wiped out. Who is going to help them? Don’t count on BP to do any more than continue to screw up.
I guess I have to have faith that somehow this will all work out.
Off to milk.
Until later …