It's the Economy, Stupid

Alright so I've been taking a lot of heat lately for being "Unemployed." I don't want to split hairs here, but the truth of the matter is that I'm "Between Careers," so fuck you if you're "Too Cool" with your "Sweet Job" and everything to understand that. I've been looking for a couple weeks now, had multiple interviews and callbacks with some well-established companies, turned down an offer from a company that I later discovered on a website called RipOffReport.com (that was a close one), and am yet to have much luck despite my persistence. I've been pretty discouraged lately, so today I made a trip up to the NBA store to cheer myself up, like the good little consumer I am. I met a friend for lunch near Grand Central then started walking up to the store. On my way up, I passed by Grand Central and noticed the above line. What are those people doing, you ask? Waiting to meet Obama? Must have been something to do with the election, I thought to myself. These people are crazy. But then I kept walking. I walked around the block. I walked another half- block. I got around the corner to where Michael Jordan's Steakhouse is.


If you're not familiar with Grand Central, that's all the way the fuck around the corner from the main entrance. This many people couldn't be waiting to meet Obama, I thought, it had to be Oprah or Jesus or something. Everybody seemed to be holding something for someone to sign an autograph on. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to figure out what was going on. So, I walked up to some older, businessman type who was at the end of the line. I was shocked when I found out what the line was for. It wasn't to see Obama. It wasn't Philadelphia transplants looking to get back to Philly to celebrate the World Series win. It wasn't even to see Jesus, much to my surprise. The well-dressed, businessman type told me that everyone was in line for one reason: A Career Fair. Oh, ok. Makes sense. Everyone is holding resumes. Everyone is well-dressed. Silly me.

"So what time does it start?" I asked the man. Surely everyone was waiting for the doors to open so they could rush in and woo potential employers with their French Cuffs and their close shaves. "Already started," the man told me,"Started at noon." I looked at my phone. It was 2:15pm.

And then it hit me. Fuck. I might be "Between Careers" for the whole time I live in NYC. So congratulations on your "Sweet Job." Seriously, I mean that 100%. No sarcasm. Now find me one.

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