Don’t Read This. I’m Grumpy.

Everything we know about living is incorrect.

We are not meant to live in square houses. We are not meant to work 40 hours a week. We are not meant to cram our social lives into the tiny spaces that are allotted to us.

We are basing ourselves off of a “fair” system. However fair is simply determined by the person making the decision. We do not take into account the outliers.

We have no sympathy for the mentally ill. We have no sympathy for the physically handicapped. We don’t believe its fair the attention that they receive.

Who benefits from having people separated for long hours, isolated from their families, simply to give Mom and Dad time to work? The corporations do. It doesn’t benefit middle-class America. We fill our days with bobbles purchased at Walmart or target. We salivate over $100 handbags or possibly new kitchen ware. We cursed taxes but we don’t see the problem with having rules set forth about our behavior, what we wear, when we go to the bathroom.

Everyone lets the corporations get away with it because they have the money to do so. However, their money is dependent on the backs of their workers. So, doesn’t it behoove them to have happy workers?

I remember working in the 1990’s. It was a time when getting a job was easy. If you got an interview, you got the job. And the benefits were fantastic. Medical benefits through the roof, gym memberships at twelve bucks a month, corporate discounts for everything.

When I was laid of in 2009, I panicked. I had a two year old child, and I had never been unemployed before in my life. I looked for work incessantly. And, as many of you know, 2009 was not the year to be reading the Help Wanted ads.

The society that we have created is unsustainable. The way that the technological boom has grown, people will become superfluous as workers.  With a system that focuses solely on a person’s net worth, having a person not capable of working despite their ability to work is going to cause an erosion of the value of a dollar. They won’t be able to spend dollars, or make them, and they’re still going to need to survive.

Everyone is trying to play the “Not My Problem” card, but here’s the truth. We’re all human. We don’t have anywhere else to go. And sooner or later, this problem will penetrate the adminosphere of rich corporate heads when they realize their labor has siphoned off and left them with nothing to generate further income.

I don’t pontificate on the state of the world much, and when I do I’m not eloquent. I do not raise the hopes of the masses, and I do not always understand how we all went so astray. I just have to get this out of my head so I can move forward with my day.

My hope is that we will start to see value in the small things again, the basic survival skills that people should need. My other hope is that people will stop finding the bottom line being more important than the human line.