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I promised you a Dad-vice, and a Dad-vice you shall receive. Whether it’s 1972 or 2009, and you’re looking for a job or wandering the streets, it pays to keep them eyes peeled.
The Reality Show
Even though I’m sure you’ve heard that the jobless rate is now 9.7 and that 216,000 jobs were lost in August (recession over, now?), I’m not going to talk about that. (Interesting statistic: An expanded unemployment rate that includes people who have given up looking for jobs out of frustration and are working part time but still want full-time jobs rose to 16.8 percent, from 16.3 percent.)
But like I said, I’m not going to talk about that. It’s the Friday before Labor Day and even though I can hear my neighbor groggily and loudly talking into her phone (she must have her big fat adenoid-troubled head propped against our adjoining wall, I swear), I refuse to be brought down by that, or news of further unemployments, for now.
Because remember what’s so great about holidays? They are for everyone! Just because you don’t currently labor doesn’t mean you don’t get to enjoy Labor Day. You deserve it just as much as the next slob! (Also, if you insist on traveling, gas in New York City is now a mere $2.91 to last year’s $3.87 per gallon. There prove no shortage of drink specials to match; just do me a favor and don’t drink the gas itself this time, ‘kay?)
photo credit: KayVee.INC
Think your layoff was bad? What if you had to leave the country? What if it happened twice? Guest blogger and all-around fabulous guy “Tony” (who really did not deserve what happened to him, btw, but is doing just fine now, thank you for asking) gives all of us whingers a little perspective …
I GOT LAID OFF. BLOODY HELL
It is New Year’s Day 2009. My gorgeous, hilarious, darling girlfriend
of 18 months is wandering around my apartment wearing knickers (hers)
and a 15-year-old grey hoodie (mine). She looks amazing. I make her a
cup of tea. We sit on the couch and I think about where to take her
for brunch.
