It made John McCain happy.
America and Americans LAST (to these people)
And the rest of the Uniparty.
Posted on 04/24/2024 8:13:13 PM PDT by where's_the_Outrage?
A strong work ethic may be a virtue, but it’s not always a good sign for the economy.
TikToker Isabella Azar (@withbellsmedia) expressed her anger at the two-job phenomenon that's affecting younger Americans these days. The L.A.-based marketing consultant heard about one woman who took on a weekend waitressing job to supplement her corporate job income — which didn’t manage to cover her bills.
“The weekends: when we’re supposed to be relaxing, unwinding from our corporate job,” Azar said in her viral video. “But nope, nope, time to go to your second job.”
Azar believes that her generation has been “sold a scheme.” A college degree no longer guarantees you a stable job that pays you enough to support yourself or family.
“We’re all out here in college loan debt with jobs that are not covering all of our bills, so we’re getting second jobs on the weekends,” she added.
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Sod off…and do not engage with me again.
That’s often the problem. Too many people live above their means, and they go into debt over material things like what you mentioned. Add to that the crippling Biden economy and people are getting crushed and working just to pay debt, with nothing left over to save.
“Which didn’t cover her bills” is the key. If you live beyond your means you will never have enough money.
People should get used to this. It’s the new norm imo.
An education is a tool to earn wealth. Young people have ~40 years to make their living for retirement. If they can afford it they should open up an IRA ASAP.
The military and fedgov has the Thrift Savings Plan. I didn’t sign up for it but some who did and took advantage of the opportunity to live off govt provisions (chowhall, clothing allowance, etc) made bank and retired as millionaires after 20 years.
I recommend a self directed IRA. IMO it’s the only way to compete with inflation which is now a global phenomenon. PMs might work too. Everything can be seized by flailing govts so geographic arbitrage is almost mandatory when someone reaches a 7-digit savings. Andrew Henderson wrote a book, Nomad Capitalist, for advice on geographic arbitrage. I think that’s the future. Go where your money’s treated best.
IRA, work like H, geographic arbitrage. Unfortunately, the ‘honey-what-do-you-want-for-dinner’ kids were raised to chase their wants, not fulfill their needs. Sad truth is they are headed to poverty, drugs, misery and death.
They are now employed by the new kaos coordinator to hit the streets like BLM, priming is being done now on campuses
Every job I've ever had from dishwasher to senior plant operator has had people who constantly challenged the definition of the word "employee".
A college degree no longer guarantees you a stable job that pays you enough to support yourself or family.
I missed that guarantee on my registration documents at college. In one of my early classes I learned the concept GIGO. Garbage in, garbage out. Sorry the degree in sociology did not get you that 200K job out of college. Mine did not either BUT it did put me into a field where that paid well, FOR THOSE WHO APPLIED THEMSELVES.
Our country started the slide downhill when it became necessary for both parents to work just to make life comfortable. Cost of goods and the need to keep up with the Jones’ made it necessary. Spurred along by the women’s lib movement. It’s primarily the fault of the women for pushing that.
My dad worked two jobs when I was a kid.
Mom stayed home with me.
Fastforward to today, where BOTH parents work one job each and the kids stay home with... WHO?
When a democrat suffers, I rejoice. More please.
For some reason, this LA women cannot place two and two together. Keep voting for the Rats lady and your life will decline, especially when you are ruled by primitive savage cannibals like Karen Bass. /spit
Relaxing on weekends??!!! Only the politician class does that (and during the week at their so-called “jobs”)
I’ve worked two jobs for as long as I can remember. I’m 63 now and hubby is 56. We still work 7 days a week. We have a small HVAC biz and rental property. I recently semi retired from my 40+ hour a week office job in which I was on call weekends, holidays, etc. WHILE managing hub’s HVAC biz and the rentals.
Boo hoo! Someone break out the boo hoo girl .gif. Snowflakes!
Reading people with an outlook like that young lady really bothers me.
Granted, she is getting no help from a government that is bound and determined to destroy the profit motive and make work even less profitable and more difficult, but...
If you allow that to determine your happiness, you will never be happy. And she sounds like she views a job as a right, not a privilege/opportunity, and that she is entitled to “things”. That is the exact opposite of how I view it.
I have always held the view that I am entitled to nothing that is in the control of other people, because that is a recipe for unhappiness.
I do actually feel a degree of sympathy, because...it sounds like her ethic is already set it cement, and it isn’t going to change.
Now is a perfect time to red pill the leftist youth on monetary policy.
It should be very easy to explain at this point that every dollar we spend on green energy or foreign assistance or mismanaged social programs is being printed out of thin air, decreasing the value of the dollars in their checking account.
The reason they need more dollars to survive is because the dollars are worth less than they used to be.
It’s simple enough that even a lefty could understand it if it is explained by the right person.
I have a hard time feeling sorry for anyone from Los Angeles.
“She works hard for the money so you better treat her right”
I wonder if she realizes that the feminist movement is the culprit for this. Probably not.
I took college economics at about 19. The professor told us they were teaching “Keynesian economics” and asked us if anyone knew about it, so “just letting us know”.
Of course, at 19 I had no clue what that actually meant. Now I realize the indoctrination I received.
It is a story, apparently a true one (or at least based on the man) of the English Architect and builder of cathedrals, Christopher Wren.
He was much in demand to build cathedrals by various churches and governments, so he was under a lot of pressure, deadlines to meet, workforces to manage, materials to procure, etc. (I am completely making this dialogue up, but it is based on the story of the three bricklayers. I originally thought this was a French architect building cathedrals at the end of the Dark Ages and the beginning of the Enlightenment, but I can no longer find that reference, but in writing this version, I hope I get the point across...:)
He was stressed out and unhappy in his work, and in his comings and goings, he notices the stolid workmanlike attitude of many of the workers, even the more skilled and highly paid artisans, who seemed at best, determined to get their work done.
But he noticed one man, who always had a cheerful countenance, and went about his low-skill, low paying job while humming to himself as he swept the dust and stone chips from the work area the stone-cutters worked in.
As miserable and stressed out as he felt by the demands of his own job, he was positively baffled by this man who had every reason to be even more miserable than he was, but yet, seemed happy and content to perform his mundane job. He walked over to the man and said:
"I notice you here each day, performing this cheerless task of sweeping up stone chips. You barely make enough money to feed and clothe your family, yet you perform this thankless but necessary task with aplomb and good attitude. How do you maintain your positive outlook?"
The Sweeper replied:
"How could I not be happy in my work? I am not just sweeping up dust and stone chips, I am helping to build a great cathedral to God!"
I have worked in healthcare since I got out of college first in direct patient care, but after a decade or so of that, my duties have been abstracted, and for the last 30 years of my career, I have worked in Medical Informatics, an often stressful, and time consuming job that has compelled me to work nights, weekends, and holidays.
I have done my job with the constant knowledge that poorly built systems, poorly maintained systems or workflows I have designed might contain holes and pits where vital information can get lost, is my responsibility, and someone can lose their health or their life because of my lack of attention or dedication to the job.
In the Navy, as a jet mechanic, I felt that exact same sense of fear and overbearing responsibility every single time I worked on or around a plane. If I didn't do my job, someone's husband, father, or son could die due to my lack of thoroughness.
So, then, and now, I am often anxious, stressed out and fearful that a lack of vigilance or thought on my part can kill or maim a patient. I understand the stress of the Cathedral Architect to a degree, because like him, I am employed by people who depend on me and I must strive for excellence, always.
But what has maintained me in all these years, is the knowledge that even though I am immersed in the building, maintenance, and troubleshooting of servers, databases, security, workflows, documentation and so on, underlying it all, is that in my job, I am helping people. I am not just a computer geek, doing the 21st Century equivalent of sweeping up dust and stone chips, I am working towards maintaining the health and saving the lives of people whose health is in peril. And I stay close to it.
The most rewarding part of my day is often, going from point A to point B in a large hospital, seeing patients looking around in confusion, seeing the stress on their faces (their health may be endangered, or they may simply be late for an appointment and are fearful of missing it or inconveniencing the people whose appointments they may delay because THEY were late in arriving) and taking the time to spot them. I get immense satisfaction and direct, earnest feedback from them when I approach, ask them where they are going, and help them get there, providing them with directions, or if they don't know what or where they are going, taking them to someone who can find that out for them and help them.
When the stress is lifted from their often weary, hurt, and confused faces, I get a thrill of personal satisfaction. In a simple walk to a restroom, I may encounter three or four patients in exactly that situation. Nothing is worse to many people than having somewhere to be at a given time, and not being able to get there. Believe it or not, most people still have that earnest desire not to be the sand in the cog that inconveniences others.
And I get that exact same reward from helping one of my healthcare associates who cannot do their work, and I provide what the need to resume their job and do it well, and I keep in mind that fixing the issues of those people who work with and for me moves the needle further towards restoring the health of someone's mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter, or friend.
I am going to miss work, since I must soon retire. But by God, I still enjoy every single day of it, and when the troubles of my job make me curse or feel stress, I remember what it is that I am doing. And it has never, ever, ever been about the money. Ever. As I did my job, I was rewarded with money. And I feel blessed, because I know that isn't the case for everyone. But, it is for me.
In summary, you have to find ways to make your own rewards, and money will rarely do that. To be happy, you must find those rewards, in the context of greater things, and strive to keep them in your mind.
For my part, I am, and have been my entire career, that Stone Cutter working towards building a Cathedral to the Glory of God.
The craftsman. Tx.
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