Today I have so little concentration that my to-do list (which has 4 items on it, only 2 of them priority) has not even one thing crossed off.
When my electronic prescription refill failed to go through, I hung up rather than actually speak to a “pharmaceutical representative.” I didn’t answer my hair salon when they called to confirm my Saturday appointment and now I have to call them back, too, but have made no progress in that.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I did manage to make it to the office and am sitting here ostensibly ready to tackle anything that comes my way, but really, focus is about nil until I’m actually presented with something.
Yesterday, a friend got in touch to recommend Bobby Womack’s “Nobody Wants You When You’re Down and Out” for YUD. “I find Bobby Womack to be blunt and always straight to the point,” he said.
Well, inspired by him, and in memory of our dearly (newly) departed Les Paul—who didn’t let things like a broken arm or occasional unemployment get him down, and who kept rocking until the ripe old age of 94—here’s YUD’s very own unemployment mix, which runs the gamut from oppressed worker to relieved lay-offee and confused job-hunter to unemployed person with possibilities.
