These are trying times

Judging by the number of packages with my name on it coming in through the mail these days, one wouldn’t think the current economic recession hasn’t been felt by me yet. Seeing box after box  come through the door, my Mom just lets out a sigh as she returns to her book. ‘That boy.’

My Dad just saw several of his friends get laid off at work today. Thank God he wasn’t one of them, but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t affected him: these were guys my Dad worked with for years, and while he’s not feeling it in his bank account, it’s hitting him hard emotionally. Oddly, I can relate to him. Like Dad, I grow easily attached to people just simply being there. Whether they’re close friends or not, it doesn’t really matter, just seeing them around on a consistent basis just feels normal. When they’re gone, something’s just not right. Just this past weekend I’ve seen a friend whom I’ve worked with since the beginning leave. Fuck knows when I’ll see him again. It will be weird and depressing not knowing that certain person isn’t there anymore.

But that’s slightly different.

At the same time, my Dad just got a big dose of the kind of shit that’s going on these days. You see headlines everyday about it: some rich douche bag loses millions but still keeps his name on the top 50 in Forbes, companies are asking for a bail out as their companies lose millions. I could go on.

The most telling are the stats you read: 5,000 walk the plank in BC alone. In November, 533,000 in the US. 213,000 in Canada. Startling, but in front of me they’re just numbers. I’ll feel sorry for the blue-collar man who was a part of that number. But my day will go on because you can’t see behind the stats doomsday prophets in the media are throwing around.

But there’s the emotional impact that no one really documents, how the average joe is during these trying times.  Times like what my Dad is going through, the kind which makes you wonder what kind of fucked up shit this is.

It fucking sucks, but hopefully we can all get out of this without going through anymore bullshit.

Posted: February 26th, 2009
Categories: Current Events, Life
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Comments: 6 Comments.
Comment from Jamie - February 27, 2009 at 7:14 PM

I’m sorry to hear about your dad’s coworkers. The times suck. I have a question for you, though. Does the Canada Post delivery person know you by name? The lady that delivers them for my block knows me pretty well now.

Comment from Matt - February 28, 2009 at 1:22 AM

nope don’t think so, i’ve seen two different delivery guys send me packages so it may be kinda hard for ’em to know me when they’re spread out. but i’m guessing that they’ll know me well anyways due to the amount of crap i buy off the net (and the more that’s coming)

Comment from Hank - February 28, 2009 at 3:12 AM

what shit did you buy dawg?

Comment from c - February 28, 2009 at 2:44 PM

“When they’re gone, something’s just not right.”

I feel you Matt. School, work, life… it’s just never the same. Change sucks, and it’s inevitable. Let’s recruit some people and form a utopian society of our own so we don’t have to be depressed Matt! We’ll have our own people owning our own jobs and we’ll be hired and fired by each other only to go into another job with people we still know! That’d be sweet. I hope I made sense.

Comment from Matt - February 28, 2009 at 6:03 PM

@Hank: a bunch of shit i don’t need, that made sense then but now not so much
@c: an utopia! make it in the forest so we can be one with nature while we job hop with rad dudes!

Comment from Hank - March 2, 2009 at 12:02 PM

go live in celebration, Florida