For the Betterment of All

When I spoke of how unemployment will affect YOU, I was really trying to be poetic.

Ha.

Well, this has come to pass in my own funny world.  Even relative strangers are trying to understand my situation (and pulling their hairs out) and relatives, well – they just say “come on over to my house, again, baby.”  I now have friends of the family taking me in for long-term stays. Over the holidays. Uff da.

This is all quite something: my face is pimply and my waistline is not as formed as it might be. Hair ain't right either. Teeth are worse than ever.  I order clothing for interviews – then the clothes do not fit, which is OK since I only do phone interviews; my designer sweat pants work well in such predicaments.

The whole situation is quite terrifying. 

I have never, ever, in some 30 years of work been unemployed this long. At this point, the fact that I can WRITE a cover letter amazes me!  I actually looked at my resume and said – why the hell not!  I might have a consulting gig coming up – does that count?

My IQ is pretty high, around 130, which makes me a retard of Mensa – moderately gifted.  I am not at all convinced that “moderately gifted” will cut it these days.  Might have to be a bit more conniving and lizard-like.  Like the rest of the world that IS employed.

Ick.

Is there a job out there for a hard working, well educated, deeply experienced, not that bad looking, moderately gifted and often charming gay Norwegian male, age 52? 

My AARP membership is in order.   How to bridge the age gap seems to be a topic.  I am not THAT old – plus, I am of a generation that could live to be even older.  In the 16th Century (just pick one), unless you were a meta-grandchild of Eleanor of Aquitaine, you’d be DEADER than a doornail at 52 (we all live too long now).

Check out TIME this week (10/31). I had to crap when I grabbed the damn thing and lost 4 ounces reading it! Take that for what it is worth.

Good God -- horrible, utterly odd and actually, quite fucking strange things happening. However, I am decidedly grateful that others have student loans far beyond the cost of a home in rural America.  

So, I say – Good Morning America.

Have some strong coffee and hope that today is better.

SJA