Any Is More Than None

I worked as an outside sales rep for some people I won’t mention—a cutlery company. I sold knives and spoons and kitchen utensils. I drove people mad with my incessant offerings of buying another piece and getting some more shit free.

I worked at a fast food restaurant making 25 cents more an hour than was minimum wage. I made subs and sandwiches and salads. People drove me mad by coming into the restaurant in droves minutes before closing time. Fucking rude bastards.

I worked at a paint store. It was backbreaking, hotter than hell, mind-numbing work every fucking day. But it paid the bills. They all paid the bills.

I never accepted anything from the government. I never ask for an Unemployment Check.

And that is our topic today.

Get your ass to work.

If I lost my job—*knocks on wood*–and I knew I had someone that would just give me money you’d find me not working and not looking for a job. Until someone told me to get my ass to work or I’m not going to have any money? Then I’d go find a job.

So—and YOU KNOW THIS IS TRUE—what did our wise and benevolent president do? Signed off to allow more leeches on the system to keep leeching for a few more months.

Good job. Because that’ll inspire them to get a job. Why would they?

Sigh

They’re not going to get a job until they have to get a job. Get it right.

It’s as simple a making a sandwich. If someone always made your sandwich for lunch—why would you make a sandwich for lunch? You wouldn’t—until you had to because no one was going to do it for you.

Damn it I’m mad. I work my ass off—I suppose it’s a good thing since so many on welfare depend on me—and so many aren’t trying.

If you don’t like these words—Fuck You.

Get your ass to work. There are plenty of shitty jobs out there.

These are my words.