Let the unemployment begin

Funny how all these high-paid financial idiots are stepping up daily to say "Gee, we MIGHT be in a recession," "I'm almost sure we have a 50% chance of a recession," "Golly, things seem to be heading towards a recession," when IN FACT, this country has BEEN in a recession for YEARS. Do they not live in reality? Do they ever poke their eggheaded selves outside their holes in the ground to actually SEE the fact that our country has BEEN in financial chaos since 2001? It hasn't gotten any better folks. In fact, I am going to even predict that we're headed for the next Great Depression. I can see it coming a mile away, how come THEY can't? Do those guys ever read history books at all I wonder. Apparently not so much.

And so, my current job, which promised to keep me busy and working until mid-April, suddenly decided to cut me loose earlier than they promised, citing "lack of work to keep me busy until then." They tell me this as I am sitting at a table, covered with 30 different 5-foot-high stacks of papers that need to be de-stapled, sorted to remove colored paper, and shredded. THAT ALONE would have kept me busy the whole time. But the way my supervisor worded it, "Since you were already planning to be off on Wednesday for your birthday, and since I'm leaving for a Vegas trip on Thursday, we felt it would be best to end the assignment on Tuesday."

Happy 40th Birthday to ME.

I simply smiled, nodded, and said, "Have fun in Vegas." (and I silently raised my evil mind-dagger thought of "hope the plane to Vegas crashes, you fat bitch.") Because I can nod and smile my way through just about anything, but the private thoughts inside my head may tell an entirely different story indeed.

The lack of professionalism and integrity of this place makes me almost glad to be leaving. They paint on a pretty smile though, faking their way telling me that "they just can't afford to hire anybody at this time," citing how small a company they are---when I overheard the HR lady on the telephone, setting up an interview with some 20-something chick the very next day---and MEETING this chick a few days later as she sat in the HR lady's office having the interview---yes they painted a pretty smile on, telling me how "great" I am, and how "professional" I am, and how "impressed" they have been with me all this time...six months of my life...promising me something I should have gotten in writing apparently, but then going against their own verbal agreement, and then lying to me about the reason. Nice. My supervisor even told me several weeks ago that "a job will be posted soon but we have to hire from within so you're not eligible to apply for it..." and yet, this CHICK is not anyone from WITHIN at all.

And you wonder why I have absolutely no loyalty to any company anywhere? Ahhh, but you say to me, "What about the Museum you drone on and on about, you still feel loyalty to IT, don't you..." and while I do admit that I have droned on and on about it for years, I would NOW have to say to you, "Not anymore." That part of me has died a thousand deaths, and is no longer plaguing me with its incessant nobility. I can no longer mourn the loss of that place---a place that no longer follows its own mission statement. There simply IS no integrity anymore, anywhere. I am convinced of that. The nobility I once believed the place HAD, no longer exists. Probably never did, but I refused to see that. I was all "dream job happy happy" for a very long time and only after not being there for years, do I see that it was all a facade.

In fact, all of DC is a facade. They build pretty statues and memorials all over the place to placate the people who come here believing this place is a fine, morally upstanding and noble place...all at the same time they are raping your bank account and charging you taxes up the ass...but you're so blinded by the architecture and the cherry blossoms, you don't even realize it. Sure the museums are FREE! But they rook you into paying $300 for a hotel room, when a few miles down the road the same hotel is $50. Or $8 for a hotdog and a coke at a street vendor. They gouge you, slap you silly, then smile pretty at you, and take every dime you've got. Welcome to the land of Oz. Now bend over while you take that touristy photo, and let us fuck you up the ass, and by the way, no, it won't feel good. Sorry.

And so I head into my 40th year on this planet, destitute, unemployed, and pricing bottles of sleeping pills at the local CVS store. I can't live in a world like this.

Why should I.

---Sassy Girl