I doubt I need to remind anyone that we’re in the throes of a recession. There are reminders everywhere you turn.
In my office, we used to celebrate birthdays or anniversaries with lunch for the team and a birthday cake from the German deli downstairs. This year, we buy one cupcake for the honoree and the rest of us circle like pack dogs, drooling enviously. Sometimes I go all-out and dedicate my Facebook Status to the person for the day because – hey, I’m generous like that!
Either I’m losing my hearing, or my immaturity has reached new lows.
I’m at National Airport in DC, getting ready to head to Chicago to work for the week. When I went through security, I was pulled aside to have a wand thrust into my backpack to check for chemicals. I guess this is what happens when terrorists try to ignite their crotches: my bag stuffed with Jelly Bellies suddenly seems threatening. Or maybe they thought I was mentally challenged drug smuggler who had hundreds of tablets stuffed in a baggie in plain sight.
This is a photo my friend Joel. For as long as I’ve known him, he’s been shaving his head like a cue ball. It suits him.
Tonight when I hopped on Facebook, this was his profile picture. In a thumbnail, it struck me as odd that he had sideburns, so I clicked in to view it more closely. And yes, that’s clearly a shark on his cheek. Appropriate for a guy who loves sharks and has chased them with his camera while helping film and produce documentaries for the Discovery Channel. Well done.
Since July, I’ve hired five people. Hiring has been part of my job for well over ten years, so it’s with a relative amount of confidence that I’ve deduced that soft economy has bred a new type of job seekers: Dumb ones. Wait – that might not be true – there is probably proportionally the same percentage of dumb job seekers as there was in the past, it’s just that I’m running into these people more frequently than I have in the past – both because there are simply MORE folks looking for work, and because *dumb* job seekers are spamming employers with their resume, applying for positions that they aren’t remotely qualified to hold.
I don’t watch much television. Generally, that’s because if I can catch an extra hour in the evening, I’m more inclined to spend it floating in my bathtub with a book or – shamefully – pissing it away on Facebook reading friends’ status updates and playing Scramble. So let’s be clear: I’m not taking a moral stance on television; there are simply other ways I prefer to waste my time.
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