Unemployment Apocalypse
Posted on Friday, July 17th, 2009 at 12:40 am
© Melinda Arons
It’s been a freakin’ weird summer so far, right? I mean, what with the 41 days of rain followed by all of those celebrity deaths, and Jess and Tony Romo’s split, and then today at my freelance gig I noticed a framed ink drawing of someone who quite remarkably resembles Huck’s friend Jim, the runaway slave, fishing rod and all, and I wonder about the appropriateness of such artwork in an office environment, but who am I to say anything, so I shuffle along, head down, hoping the printer works this time.
But sometimes something seems off and you just have to say something. Take a picture, even. And that is a situation my dear friend and high-powered television exec (yes, she’s employed, but don’t hold that against her) Melinda found herself in tonight, when she witnessed what she deems “Ghostbusters Weather” somewhere in the vicinity of the West Village.
Check it.
© Melinda Arons
And check all the unemployed people watching and taking pictures and notes! (Also, check out that manicure/pedicure deal!)
© Melinda Arons
You know what job we haven’t really considered yet in this bizarre new land of dead magazines and green slime? That’s right. Ghost exterminator.
Who ya gonna call? The masses of unemployed! Obvs.
Perhaps there’s something prophetic, after all, in that last ditch conversation between the Ghostbusters guys and the Mayor:
Dr. Peter Venkman: This city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions.
Mayor: What do you mean, “biblical”?
Dr. Ray Stantz: What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath of God type stuff.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Exactly.
Dr Ray Stantz: Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling!
Dr. Egon Spengler: Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes…
Winston Zeddemore: The dead rising from the grave!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria!
Sure sounds like 2009 to me!
*Random Ghostbusters aside: When my mother took my Neuroscientist Brother and me to see the film back in 1984, my bro cried at the end.
“Why are you crying?” my mother asked.
“Why … did they … have to … kill him?” NB, who was about 5, managed between sobs. “He was so cute!”
B., look, he’s on Facebook!
