posted on Feb, 7 2009 @ 12:24 PM
This is one of the things I think about after a hard day at work, or thinking of the people I know who go to work with disabilities.
In no particular order:
#1: Son of a neighbor, was 23 years old when I met him. He had dropped out of high school and had no further education. He had two jobs years
before I met him. One job was at a car wash, another at a fried chicken restaurant. Both jobs lasted less than one month. They told him to wash
the pots at the chicken joint, but he hid them up in the ceiling tiles. The manager fired him for that.
He was passed around to various family members, all of whom claimed to be devout members of a fairly strict Christian denomination. This didn't stop
them from giving him money for his daily pizza, smokes, and beer. That was his life, get up past noon, order pizza, fire up a cig, and start drinking
by 6 p.m.. His excuse was he just couldn't get along with people when he had a job. (I wish I could get someone to support me because of that!)
#2 Husband of a coworker. He did have hepatitis, but in comparison, we had a coworker who had hepatitis, was on some experimental drug, but managed
to drag himself to work every day, even when very anemic. The husband never went back to work, but decided to "invest" in coins. He racked up
$50,000 worth of credit card charges on Ebay, etc., before his wife figured it out. She had to take a second mortgage to pay off the debt, and I
guess pay the IRS for the income from selling the coins.
#3 Live-in boy friend of another coworker. The story was that he got laid off and just couldn't find a high paying job like he had before at the
chemical plant. He would only work if he found what is called a "shut down" job. In two years, he worked about one month. When he got that
paycheck, he blew it on Christmas presents and eating out. My coworker got NO help from this parasite that lived with her. She fed him, paid for his
car, and gave him a roof over his head. I listened to a series of phone calls she made to him one day. She had a big limb that came down in the yard
and asked him to cut it up. She called him to see how it was going. He hadn't started. This went on with several phone calls, a variety of excuses
like he was still eating breakfast, the chain saw was out of oil, the saw was dull, and the best one, it was too late in the afternoon (after arguing
with him since morning) and he would GET TOO SWEATY. she finally yelled at him, saying she wouldn't take him to Disney Land next week if he didn't
get the limb cut and out at the curb for pick up! Can you imagine being 53 years old, sucking up the freebies, and being talked to like a
recalcitrant child because you are a lazy bum?!! He couldn't even take the trash out because he couldn't get out of bed early enough!!
#4 Yet another coworker's husband. (Hospitals attract A LOT of codependents, in case you didn't know.) She worked two jobs, was taking classes to
get her RN, and had a house and kid to take care of. The story was that the husband "couldn't find a job." This was back in the stock market boom
in the '90s. He worked in CONSTRUCTION and the newspaper headlines back then would read, "Record Breaking Housing Starts, Building Supplies Cannot
Keep Pace With Demand!" Someone asked her what he did all day and she said, "Sleeps on the couch."
#5 The former neighbor's grown son. When I was growing up the neighbors had a son who never went to work. He seemed perfectly able-bodied, but
never had a job, even 10 years after high school. My father thought the guy was weird, and since I was a little girl back then, he used to watch the
guy like a hawk.
I have a favorite category of my own: Grown People Who Have Never Moved Off of Mom's Property. This includes bringing a trailer house and parking
it on Mom's property where they start breeding the next batch of lazy bums. There are two properties within sight of where I am now like that.