The Odd Man is down but not out, despite an ongoing reversal of fortune that has left him uninsured and in debt. Just thought I’d let you know, in case you wondered why I post so infrequently these days.
In a nutshell, I’m a writer who no longer gets paid to write. I’m one of millions of workers sidelined by corporate bean counters who know that cutting jobs — through outsourcing, attrition, and making each remaining employee do the work of three — is the quickest route to higher profits for the one-percenters, and so what if the long-term consequences of a permanently downsized workforce are disastrous for the economy.
To make ends meet, I work a job that’s the 21st century equivalent of selling apples in the Great Depression. The other day a passer-by wearing a STUD MUFFIN shirt told me to get a real job. “Have a nice day,” I replied. My restraint was something to feel proud of, like not spitting on the car with tinted windows that rolled past me later that same day. I can’t abide tinted windows…
Right. Pre-debate. I just don’t care. Empires…
I haven’t posted in a while, either, Odd Man. I began to comment and realized I may have just written a post. I can identify…..