Yesterday I ate SOS. How many of you know what that is? Creamed beef on toast was originally an Army favorite, served up during the war years. My folks lived during those years, and probably were glad to be able to eat SOS, among other things. Ranks right up there with beans and cornbread...which, in the south, is in addition to the meal... NOT a meal in itself. It's a good thing my husband likes SOS...don't know many men who would eat it.
The economy has hit the fan. Yes, the economy is in the toilet. There are more unemployed in my family now, and I don't like it. Some who have more than one educational degree are searching for a job. I thought it was bad for my high school diploma self. I'll stop whining about my age being a factor in being unemployed.
The new wave of hiring practices still has me baffled. I feel sorry for folks who don't have access to a computer, because that's where it's at, folks. You send off a resume via e-mail with the appropriate 'key words,' and if you're lucky ...and I mean REALLY lucky, you might get a face-to-face interview. Of course, if you know someone, you stand a good chance of getting a job. All the state resources are overwhelmed...they don't even answer their phones or return voice mails. Newspaper job ads have been reduced and combined with internet-based job sites.
It's too bad our communities do not operate on the principles of doing for each other...community gardens, more food pantries, shelters, mass transit. and the like. If you live outside a large metro area, you're SOL...same noun as above. I may not have lived during the first real depression like some of my family, but I'm learning how to live in this one. And, yes, I am thankful...don't even go there. This is my blog.
Until next time..."Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor." -- James A. Baldwin
