You don’t judge people? What, pray tell, do you call it when you accuse the OP of making poor life decisions and tell him all his troubles are his own damned fault?
To me “judging” someone means to think they are a “bad person.” I don’t think the OP is a bad person for making poor life decisions. I just think he’s unworthy of blaming his problems on the economy.
You’re not just rude, hateful and arrogant, you’re fucking stupid and a liar, too. I’ll bet your mom is really proud of you. Please, I beg you, don’t procreate.
Oh, right, because a year of unemployment completely negates 25 years of having a good wage and providing for a family. :rolleyes: Yes, I went to college, earned a very nice paycheck, avoided debt, put money away for bad times… but sometimes the shit keeps coming for awhile.
And who the hell is this “Acid Lamp” you keep referring to? I can’t seem to find a poster by that name in this thread. Maybe I need new glasses, too.
Hey, thanks - great link. I’ve been wracking my brains trying to figure out how to get new glasses for my husband. We can swing the eye exam (the Medicaid policy he has pays for exams for diabetics… but not new glasses. :rolleyes: ) I’ll have to see if we qualify.
Actually, I’m serious about that - undertaking kept my father’s family fed during the Great Depression and paid for him and his brother to go to college. People die all the time, and in bad times they die more often. Somebody has to bury them (or otherwise take care of the remains). It may not be the oldest profession, but it’s in the running to be the last one standing.
Now, let’s say for the sake of argument I credit your experience at the unemployment office – and for what it’s worth, I do; the unemployment office is the MOST likely place people will steal all copies of the want ads from a newspaper stand. But that’s one day. Where you lost me was the “It’s been like that for weeks.”
C’mon – for weeks, every single place you looked, there were NO, repeat NO, want ads?
That’s garbage.
Been there, done that. My father was an immigrant from El Salvador, arriving here with the classic “shirt on his back.” My early family experience was NOT wealthy, trust me.