Where is my Job, what is my purpose? All those that have money, that have things, that can pay bills had it given to them. They had the money given
to them by someone else. They did not generate the money by themselves, it is impossible, no one can print their own money. Someone did something
for someone and money was exchanged. Some sing, some dance, some talk on phones, some build, some pave roads, some weed, some add up numbers, some
take out garbage and get money for it. Some do this and get no money. Why? Work? We want to work. I want to work. Some like to work hard, some
like to work smart. Some say work smarter not harder. Who is right? Who is wrong? We just want money. May we have some please? Can we stop
asking for help so we don’t have to look at you scowling at us because we want to work, we want money?
I giggle when someone loses their job, their high and mighty position. Gee, how did I ever get so mean? My heart screams, “see, see, see, now you
know what it’s like, not fun is it?” I slap myself so I come to my senses and say, “no, this is not the right attitude to have”.
So I wonder to myself…someone has given my employed friends, family members and fellow citizens money. These very people say they earned it, they
deserve the money because they work. They rely on someone to give them money. They are reliant on their employer or they are reliant on their
customer. It’s a give and take. I give, you take, or I take, you give. The concept is easy. The concept is beautiful. But, this concept is not
spread around. Why? What is it with us? Why is this so difficult for us as a country? No, no, no, no…don’t say we don’t want to work, we are
lazy, what a cop out, because just the other day I saw you taking a nap on the job, and just the other day, when you were bragging about how hard you
worked having two jobs I saw that you only spent 30 minutes on the other job and just drove around talking to people on the phone in your other job.
I take an ax and walk to a tree in the middle of a busy town and start hacking at the bottom of it. I whack it harder and harder, sweat pours off of
me. I scream in a fit of rage, “I am working, how hard do you want me to work?” I hack again and sweat drips into my eyes, I can barely see, I
hack more, yelling, “I am not lazy, I want to work, I need to pay bills” The tree finally falls. A man in a crisp business suit walks by and
says to me to collect unemployment. I look at him and roll my eyes. “You have got to be kidding me. You mean, the state and federal government
would rather pay me to be unemployed than give me some job choices, or provide me with a positive job climate?” The man says nothing and hurries
I shuffle down the street. Tired after filling out job application after job application, disclosing personal information about myself, my social
security number floating around countless businesses, not knowing anything really about the employers. I know nothing about the owner of any
business. I am provided with no opportunity for a background check on them, no home phone number to the ceo of the business, but they have all my
stuff, my ssn, my home phone number, they know just about everything about me, I know little about them…darn near took an hour and a half to fill
out one application. So much information to give, so much red-tape, so much bs, so much personal information, given to strangers.
“wow, it’s 2010,” I say to myself. Same old story, year after year, decade after decade and nothing, literally nothing, has changed. Century
after century, the same old song is sung. Wait though, something is different. A tad bit possibly. I am schooled, I am aware of differences. I was
told there could be more and it was for all. There are literally thousands and thousands of us that are this same way. Because back in the day one
was not provided this opportunity, well, so they say, so as it is written in history books. Truth? Can’t really say if it is or not, as I know not
anything about the credibility of the characters of years past, I just have to accept that they are credible, because it is written. So I wonder, I
wonder why we all were schooled, what was the reason for this? Because now that we are schooled and aware we are ready to participate, but are denied
access to the money exchange - obtained through jobs, through working. So now those that have the free flowing money exchange, those that are able to
participate in it and purchase various material goods, those that have jobs, look at us and say we are spoiled, we want too much. Oh, how dare us?
Well, we just want what you have, no your stuff, you have your stuff, but we want stuff like yours, to call ours. “No you cannot,” they say.
“But you have it,” I say. They see this error but reiterate we are spoiled, do not covet, do not want what we have. “why?“ I say. I hear
the wind whisper to me, “it scares them, that’s why.“ I hold a mirror to their faces.
What has become of our country, what has become of our country? Who are we? Take me to a third world country, where I know no better, where I know
no coveting, where we just are, because we are uniformed to “ways”, where I know no other life-style, where there is no television. Oh man, I
cannot go back, I know too much now, it won’t work. I am spoiled as you say, just as you are, except you have and I have not, and you won‘t
share, you just, well, you just have. For what reason then, did you make us aware? What reason did you teach us to read and to write? What for,
what for? Because you felt sorry for us? Because you wanted us to work for you, for our country? Well put us to work then already. We want to
work, we want to participate in the money exchange, we want houses and horses and cars. We would just loooooove to help stimulate the economy. Why
did you tell us we can have this all when we were children in public school, yet as adults we find that we cannot? Shall I stand on my head for you?
What is it that you want?
Oh great leader, come save us! We want to work, we want to work for you, but where are you? Where have you gone, why have you abandoned us? We’d
been better off kept dumbed down so we can accept our lot in life. Why were we informed? Is it all a waste? We’ll wait for you great leader, the
leader who would not treat his people ill nor let his country wrought to poverty and crime.
Who are these people I wonder? Just who are these people that hire other people that call people who are unemployed lazy, or think we want too much,
or need too much. You told us to be this way, you conditioned us to be this way with your advertising - we want to participate, but NOW YOU WON”T
LET US? We cannot have a nice house too? We cannot furnish our houses? We are forced to live in slum like conditions and buy second hand? We cannot
help stimulate the economy? We want what you have. Does this make you nervous? I want a house just like yours, or near to it, oh and 2 cars in the
driveway, not new models, early 90;s will suffice, but they must run well…sorry for the extravagance there…desiring cars that run well. Heck,
I’ll take one car that runs well. Really, this is just all absurd! This doesn’t make any sense! Do you see the lunacy here? Oh wait, our
country is filled with adults who really never made it out of adolescence! It looks like an adult, it sounds like an adult, but is it really an adult?
No. Oh, I just want to bury my head in the sand. The magnitude of it all, the craziness of it all. Pacify me, give me a pill, a prozac, a valium,
let me down a bottle of booze. Tell me I am to blame. It’s all my fault. Oh, oh, wait, forget about all that, screw the pills and booze, I just
got a call, I have a job! How exciting. Starting salary at 35 thou a year. Not bad, not bad! I’m taken care of! Me, me, me! Oh goody, goody!
What kind of attitude shall I have now? Hmmmmm, I know, I know…it has already been revealed by my fellow citizens. I will model their behavior,
it’s all I know. Discriminate, hoard, and then do it over again.. Oh, and most importantly, I must live in fear, it is all about me, now that I
have a job, it’s about my home, my bills, my things and stuff. Maybe I’ll toss a doughnut to the dude on the street looking for a job. Oh, now I
know, I am so enlightened, if I were to give that guy a job, let’s say, mowing my expansive lush lawn, well, that would mean, more money out of my
pocket, less for me and plus, I can mow my lawn myself. Yes, yes, I know, I will now fit in with all the other employed. I understand their way of
thinking. It’s not about anyone else, it’s about me!
“oh, God, what have I become?” “Do not let me be this. Where is our great leader? Where is integrity, righteousness, fairness, hard-work, a
job well done? “Oh God please don’t fail us!
I wake up. My new job was just a dream, or rather a nightmare. Whew. I look around. This is just as bad, well, maybe not so much…
I walk up to someone well dressed on the street. Oh please, take care of me. I will work. The person is offended and glares at me. “you freak”
they say. “Hey” I yell back. “I am no freak. Someone is taking care of you, it is obvious being you are well dressed!”
“I earned it” they yell back.
“I want to earn it too, but no one will let me earn it, not even you!”
I pass a nicely landscaped two story house with a cute wrap around porch. Someone has taken care of them, I think to myself. Someone gave them money
to buy this house. I wonder if they talked on the phone and someone gave them money to buy this house. Maybe, I think to myself, they drove people
around to different places, maybe they got money from other people because they were a bus driver, or a taxi cab driver. All I know is that they did
something for someone and that someone gave them money and now they have a cute and nice house. “What can I do for someone to have this too?” I
wonder to myself.
I have a drivers license, I can be a bus driver too! I go to the nearest bus terminal and ask if I can drive a bus for them. “No, we are not
hiring” they say. I ask if they need someone to sweep their terminal floor, “no, we are not hiring they say“.
“Why” I ask?
“Because the people that work here have bills to pay and if we hire someone else, then we cannot pay them enough, then they cannot afford to pay
their bills.” they say.
“Wow,” I exclaim, “what kind of bills do they have?”
“Well, some own time shares and some have a boat, some like 4 wheelers and some have horses. Some are into hunting and others like to go on
cruises, some just like to spend tons and tons of money at wal-mart…so as you see, they need to pay their bills.” they say.
“Oh yes, I see.” I say.
I walk down the street. “I need a chance, I need a chance,” I say out loud. I pass a Verizon store and see the employees inside. They are
dressed nice and tidy. Someone gave them a chance. They have a hand out because they are employed. They are relying on someone else. I go in and
ask if they are hiring. They say no, and that I have to go to someone else. “Ok, thank you. Bye.” I say.
Go to someone else, go to someone else. Go, go, go, go. Not wanted here, not wanted there.
“I know,” I say. “I will buy me a car and become a taxi driver.” I have no money so I go to a bank and tell them my new and cool idea. The
well dressed pretty banker lady clucks at me saying I need to fill out a business plan to see if I qualify for a loan, and hands me form after form
after form after form. “Huh? Wait, what is this? Why? I want to work,” I say.
I fill out the forms, and it is denied. “Well, humph” I say and think to myself that I will just use my little old car for a taxi cab instead, so
I post on a free site on the internet, offering my services to be a cabbie. Make the posting all cute and professional looking, explain the rates,
give cheap rates. I get no bites. Seems my fellow citizens want established cab companies that pay to advertise. They are afraid to hire anyone
new, I could be anyone you see, I could be a serial killer. Although I am really just a normal mediocre person. But it‘s fear. Fear is holding us
back. Fear has the economy in a strangle hold. Fear means profit for many though. It is a strange world we live in, isn‘t it? “Dang” I say,
“I just can’t win.”