You would think in today’s Great Depression (leave it to Washington to be so stubborn as to use a euphemism like “Great RECESSION” to attempt and soften the blow of all-time unemployment/underemployment numbers) that anyone who has a job and income that at the very least enables them to maintain a roof over their heads and food to eat, would not spend so much of their waking hours complaining about their jobs.
The funniest thing is it is the ones who have experienced long periods of time of unemployment since 2008 and are still ungrateful. Much like people who want marriage (for the right reasons), children (and will actually nurture and teach them properly), but can’t seem to have either, you have people who are literally dying to work and cannot find work. Despite what the Department of Labor’s fudged statistics say, the number of unemployment people is closer to double that which they claim in their monthly reports. When I left Harlem, nearly one in every three Black man in Harlem was unemployed. Most all of them wanted to work. How is it that they claim that the unemployment rate for that section of Manhattan was only 12%, when I know first-hand that it is closer to 30%?
If today’s (and the foreseeable future’s) economy hasn’t taught us anything — especially if you didn’t learn to be grateful for anything that you received from a young age — is that you should be glad that you are even working. Sure, your house isn’t overlooking the Hudson River with pristine views and easy access to Madison Square Garden. Sure, it is not a 10-acre spread out in Wake County, far enough away from the traffic nightmares in Raleigh-Durham. Sure, you’re far enough away from the headaches of Atlanta’s sprawl to breathe fresh air, while still having access to the downtown areas whenever you want, but you do have a roof over you head. You may not be able to eat at Morton’s Steakhouse or Cipriani’s whenever you like, but you are not starving. You may not be driving a Gallardo or a new Range, but your car works and it gets you everywhere that you need to go. A grateful heart spends more time in gratitude for what it already has. A selfish, and constantly-wanting heart never stops to count its blessings, but always seeking to acquire more (while giving less and less).
I can personally say that despite hating everything that my job at Aetna became near the end of my eight-year tenure there, I was grateful to have been working; and I landed that job with not a single credential to have gotten it on merit at the time, which was a constant reminder every time I was tempted to complain about them taking away our five-figure annual bonuses and stock options, while also yanking away overtime and adding 45 minutes to our daily workday in the final two years that I was there. But you never heard me complain. I have been in and out of jobs so often since the Depression hit that it makes serial daters envious. And that’s with over fifteen years of professional experience in insurance, financial services, real estate and another ten years of concurrent non-profit experience, along with two graduate degrees and a legal background.
The more you acquire the education that these employers claim you need to have in order to fulfill their requirements, the fewer call-backs you receive. Yet, you have people who are barely (if at all) qualified to do the jobs that they HAVE complaining every time you turn around. This represents a larger issue, as ungratefulness extends beyond the job market and into relationships, family and so forth, as well. It appears that in our ever-increasingly selfish society (and a social climate that tells us that seeking self above all else is the way to go), that more and more, people want-want-want, give-give-give LESS and are, in sliding-scale relation, become equally as ungrateful as they want more.
I have personally known dozens of people who make me look like an incompetent bozo, by comparison, with their experience and academic success, and I am no slouch in either realm — and they are not only unemployed, but HOMELESS. There is a guy who I always saw sitting outside of the back entrance of the Macy’s in Herald Square in Manhattan. I have worked there for two stints; once when I was 18 and another about four years ago, and it is amazing how the homeless landscape has changed. There was a time that those who were homeless were indeed homeless because they didn’t want to work, would rather mooch off others and government assistance, and then resort to living on the street because they lacked the desire to do anything. The first four or five jobs I had in my life, I literally walked in, unqualified to do any of them, and began within a week (and the next day on a couple of them). Those were great times. You cannot do that anymore; even with an “in” at a company.
It appears that some people have to truly hit rock bottom before they are ever grateful for what blessings they do have, while those who are dying to work can’t even find a minimum-wage job.
AND DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THE EXPONENTIAL JUMP IN THE COST OF LIVING, WHILE MINIMUM WAGE — which is still less than $8/Hour in many states — IS MORE LIKE $20/Hour in places like New York, Washington, DC and other cities.
You would think that you would only have to encounter one or two people like this in order to shock your system into becoming more grateful with what you DO have, rather than dwell upon that which you do not possess: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=105123639691633