“Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.” – Eric Burdon
Good Morning, All!
Thank you for taking the trouble to comfort and advise this most humble and simple man in his time of great stress. The kind, gentle warmth of your precious love sooths my much tattered soul more than you could ever know. Thank you!
Firstly; let me say again that I was NOT the least bit rude or mean to the lady yesterday when I spoke to her in her office. Nor will I “go off” on the manager today, as some of you suggested I might. Believe it or not, I’m actually a NICE guy!
Secondly; as I said, I’ve no problem with rent going up; I do have some understanding of the realities of life. But it does seem a bit excessive jacking it up so much everytime the lease expires. I’m not a tight-wad, but I’m not Bill Gates, either.
Thirdly; I’ve tried talking to my boss about a raise. But he just laughed and pointed out that it’s all pretty much determined by a (stingy) formula that’s set in stone. The company has at least a couple of billion dollars banked and all the top people on the totem pole make sure they get theirs, but don’t really care that much for the working stiffs under them. (Perhaps the Lord will fix them up with a learning disability in the next life and thus they’ll find out how it feels to have to work like a dog while being squeezed from all sides. It would serve 'em right.)
Fourthly; there’s no danger of me shooting out windows. It was merely a fantasy of mine to - SPREAD THE PAIN! (One of my favorite Biblical passages is, “Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord!” Not that such is warranted here, but you never know…)
How I lament how it was when I got out of the service back in '76. A wonderful salt-of-the-earth type older couple rented me an upstairs three room apartment in an old farm house situated on the city limit over looking a big, beautiful corn field for only $90-per-month! It’s a shame that there aren’t more of those kinds of folks around. Everyone seems to be so money-hungry these days, no feelings at all, just grab the money and laugh all the way to the bank seems to be the name of the game.
Whatever happened to the time in America when a regular Joe could kick-back in a chair with a cup of coffee and say, “What a nice world. I’ve got me my dignity. I’ve got me a roof over my head. And here I am enjoying a nice cup of coffee without so much as a care in the world. God bless America!”?
Now-a days it too often seems to be all about how to best go about weaseling every nickel and dime one can out of one’s fellow man, leave 'em crying in the wake of one’s brilliant money-grab know-how 'cause all the other geniuses out there are doing the same thing – mercilessly butchering the dignity and financially exploiting us poor simpletons as the path to their riches!
What a shame.