Friday, September 25, 2009

UNEMPLOYMENT - ECONOMIC BAIN

I thought alot about this topic, convinced I couldn't say anything more on the subject but...given a little prompting, I guess I felt that maybe I could. Maybe if I spoke from the perspective of the unemployed (or the laid-off husband or laid-off son's wife & mother, respectively), maybe that would be a good place to start.

I, too, was searching for a job this year although my situation differed from the typical laid-off and unemployed situation. My job search was the result of not having worked in about 2 years, being in my sixties, and now hoping to find something, and part time while you're at it. We talked about the age discrimination I experience, etc. Regardless, whatever the individual scenario, unemployed is unemployed. The double whammy is being thrust in to that position because you were laid off. A month or so ago I started this attached poem and never really got back to it, but today, as I was trying to weed out things on my computer that were easily deletable, I ran across it, and finished it. Here it is...

TOMORROW, MAKE IT YOURS!
By Patty Lynn

It’s hard to feel you’re valuable
When you’re laid off from work.
You’ve executed duties…
And never, ever shirked.

Your boss could always count on…
The things you’d say and do.
Just when you think that all’s secure,
He gives the “slip” to you.

You know, the pink one we all dread
That says, “so long, you’re through.”
But how you take it’s more like this,
“We have no use for you.”

Oh, it’s explained that, “money’s tight”
And “we must cut things back.”
It may be true but now your check
Is gone, and that’s a fact.

Besides there’s lots of folks
Who’re paddling in your boat,
And what about another job
These odds are just a joke!

You curse and wail and think “poor me,”
But then you’ve got to stop.
‘Cause though you’re on the bottom now
You’ve got to see the top.

The goal in site, nowhere but up,
So set your sights and climb.
Complaining never changed a thing.
Don’t waste your precious time!

And don’t forget to pray a bit,
Y‘could use the help, that’s sure.
Be diligent and purposeful.
It’s unemployment’s cure.

‘Tis always darkest ‘fore the dawn
Or so the quoters say,
But whether dark or twilight time,
Tomorrow’s a new day.

And you do know that you have worth;
With confidence you’ll win!
So when you land that job you want,
Remember where you’ve been.

Tomorrow is new day, true,
Go open up new doors.
Be self-assured, you’ll make it through,
Tomorrow, make it yours!

Monday, September 14, 2009

A MUSICAL FAREWELL

Last Friday evening I, along with certain members of my family made our way down to SPATS, a cute little bar/eatery on College Avenue here in Appleton. Throughout the summer my brother-in-law, Jim, and his friend, Roger, have been entertaining almost every other Friday outside on the Spatio, weather permitting.

Last Friday, however, was their last "gig" of the summer, so, as always, we enjoyed the weather and the music and lest I forget, the good food. I met Jim 30 years ago when he was playing at the old Red Ox, sitting behind the piano playing and singing. We formed a friendship, the two of us, and the more I got to know Jim, the better I liked him. So much so, that I decided he should meet my sister. He wasn't too keen on a fix up idea, you know, the line that can scare off any guy, "she's got a great personality!" Well, despite his misgivings I did fix him up with my sister and 30 years and two children later, it proved to be a great match.

The attached poem is just a little tribute to his summer's on the Spatio and just how much we enjoyed those Fridays.

FRIDAY NIGHTS
By Patty Lynn

Tonight we went to listen to…
Our Jimmy play and sing.
The dusky temps, the company,
The best September brings!

And everyone has come to hear
The Swan Song of these two,
Jim’s keyboard, Roger’s soulful licks,
Familiar tunes, a few.

For Fall is fast approaching now
Soon trees will gorgeous be,
In hues of yellow, orange and red,
Far as the eye can see.

Then Autumn’s here, crisp breezes blow,
Dried leaves lie on the ground,
And if you listen, carefully,
You’ll hear October’s Song.

For now the boys both bid adieu
To all of us who come…
For merriment and music, too,
Good times for everyone.

So Winter you best hurry up,
And Spring, come on, let’s go.
Next Summer we’ll be back to see…
The Jim and Roger Show!!!