Some unemployed people send out resumes. Others lie in bed all day eating Cheetos. And a whole separate group — beautiful, well-endowed, high-heeled, and with hair that looks like sunshine — march through the streets to raise the spirits of the laid off masses. Continue reading
On Thursday night, I found myself listening to The Donald’s daughter as she gave a book signing for her authorial debut, The Trump Card: Playing to Win in Work and Life. Below, a transcribed nugget of inspiration:
“I spend a lot of time talking about passion and the importance of identifying your passion, because not only is the book focused on me and some of the emotions I had early in my career, but also my peers and my friends who tell me their experiences and the issues that they face in the work environment. A lot of them have an issue whereby they’re in a job they’re not miserable at, but they’re also not particularly happy. And they’re staying in that job for fear of taking a bold career risk for fear of this economic climate and that may be one of the saddest things for my generation about this current recession. Because I really believe that in your youth, you have to be experimental. You have to be bold. And you have to be decisive in terms of leaving jobs and positions that you wouldn’t be able to grow in because now is the time for us to take risks.”
I totally agree. Though it would be a lot easier to risk losing a job if you have, oh I don’t know, a family legacy to survive on?
New York’s paper of record decided to tackle the economy in a new and thrilling way this weekend by profiling two unemployed Ohio transplants. Sadly for anyone looking forward to a legitimate story of our time, they are female twins. And blonde.
N.R. Kleinfield – who for some reason chose to describe their jobless perils in strange, half-poetic fragments (“Happy Hour at Dive 75, Kristy at the bar. Familiar faces trickled in, spat out orders.“) – tries to accurately represent the suicidal stress of job hunting.
We find out that Katie and Kristy Barry, 24, have applied for over 150 jobs, but continue to work as bartenders. We know that the recent Rutgers grads live with two other people in a 2 bdr apartment. We learn that they send Buckeyes, a chocolate-coated peanut-butter confection that is an Ohio specialty, to stand out to employers. Neither has health insurance. One has said that she wants to stab herself . Both worry about stumbling along Broadway in plastic shoes.