Back in the nineties, early Oughts, I had a presentiment that one day I would look back and WISH I had that job that vexed and bored me so. How sad that of all my presentiments that one alone would come true.
Today I am a middle-aged woman, much like Mr. Toad in his guise of a washer-woman, both in figure and in fact of possessing "any number" of vexatious children. Three of those children are as desperate of employment as I am, while the fourth and oldest, actually has TWO very very good jobs indeed. Which supports my growing suspicion that in today's job market "them as has gets," and all others need not apply. I also have two sons-in-law (hence the nebulous number of children) and neither of them are employed either.
It has got to the point that when I even SEE anybody clearly more-or-less gainfully employed, counter people at Subway, the greeter at Walmart, I inwardly sour, and think, "Whatever else is going on in your life, At Least You Have a Job." Usually I smile thinly at them after that, and either walk away or place my order.
Probably doesn't help that I live in a county which has the highest percentage of unemployment in the state, and that the city I live in is known far and wide as "the armpit" of said county. Now, THAT I think is an unfair characterization. Sure, we may have had any number of items pilfered off the front porch, a car stolen, lawn equipment yoinked off my husband's work trailer--but we also have crepe myrtles and red cardinals and truly dedicated school crossing guards and a tree across the street from my house whose clouds of green leaves shimmer with captured light. To sit and look at it is to be halfway healed.
In the meantime, though..... I sure could use a job.
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