As most people don’t know, professional baseball bats are made out of maple or ash, they both break rather easily. How many times has a broken bat led to an RBI? I’m not sure, I googled it and nothing convincing came up. How many times has broken bat led the batter to first base? Plenty. How many times have baseball terms been used as metaphors for life? EVERY DAMN DAY.
Me 7 years ago when this blog was called something else:
After working three simultaneous jobs last year (bartender, front desk supervisor, sales associate) while living in Wisconsin, six months of no work should come as a welcome vacation, yet here I am living in Portland, in my sister’s basement, with a college degree that’s already 4 years past fresh, and subsisting on familial love, food stamps, and The Wire.
So what am I doing about it now? Aside from the regular job-hunting crap, I’m writing this blog to express my frustrations with good humor, black humor, and invectives to merit my accomplishments as a writer and to offer support or ill-witted cackling to those who are in a similar situation to mine.
I’m not suggesting that I have any business being here, shooting my mouth off on the Internet. On this blog, however, I mostly make fun of myself and my mistakes by pointing out the crumbling, biased job market intent on selecting people based on bullshit and the demise of our st-stutt-stuttering economy.
All done with my natural and enjoyable dark rosy magic, at least for your sake, I hope you enjoy or find comfort in what you come across. You aren’t the only person out there without a job, and if you have one but are searching for better, know that your frustrations are shared by many.
- 1 in 7 Americans rely on food stamps (money.cnn.com)
- State food stamp use reaches record level (bendbulletin.com)
- Is the American Dream Still Alive? (psychologytoday.com)