I resigned from my job of nearly 34 years as a bookkeeper for a large commercial real estate firm when they mandated "vaccines" for everyone if they wanted to come in to the office. They didn't want me to leave, and I could've worked from home, but I was too outraged and quit in protest. I actually preferred the office environment to working at home. I was one year away from my full retirement age of 66 and 4 months, but went ahead and started collecting Social Security benefits. One of the brokers I had worked with hired me on as part-time bookkeeper for his private portfolio of office buildings. I'm happy with job, but making ends meet is a stretch, and I miss working in a vibrant office with lots of people around. Although, since the scamdemic the place is now a depressing ghost town. It seems no one (but me) wants to come into the office anymore. Anyhoo... I agree, I think your communication skills are top notch!
I lost my job over the vaccine. It’s hard to describe the internal torment of that whole situation. I worked and sacrificed for decades to finally get to a position that meant something to me and provided for my family in a way that I could be proud of.
To be forced to choose between abandoning my principles and my self respect to get the shot or giving up everything I’d worked for and gambling with my family’s wellbeing is something I’ll never forgive them for doing.
I was terminated in 2013 for "things I said on social media about the team", despite my account being private, never mentioning anyone's name in the office, and not even being connected to anyone who knew anyone in the office. I was not provided examples nor told who reported me. Somehow they deleted all the photos from my phone via the exchange server while I was still walking out to the parking lot, which had included about a month's worth of photos of my new baby girl. Local employment attorney told me that's just how "at will employment" was and that I couldn't even sue about the photos. Boy am I glad that all happened BEFORE the current toxic climate.
My husband was let go yesterday, he will get a 4 month severance and hopefully he can find a new job. We have a friend who has been looking for 10 months!! We are in our 60’s and have a mtg. Keeping my toes and fingers crossed. Hey didn’t Biden tell us the economy is better than ever!! Smhh what a maroon.
In 2004 my old horseshoer retired. I found a new guy, in his early forties. When he mentioned that he had not been at the trade long, I asked him why he changed careers in middle age. It turned out he had been let go from a high tech company, in favor of a foreigner who would work for half his pay. To quote: "I figured becoming a farrier was the only job an H-1B visa holder could not take away from me."
Of course, they were just looking for a way to get rid of you. Donald, reading your tale was sad and frustrating...but instead of kicking yourself for not investing more in the system, you should have kicked yourself for EVER trusting the system. You, of all people, awake since forever. I got a dose of reality at age 28. I dropped out of everything, and vowed I would do whatever it took to survive, taking pleasure whenever I could get one over on a rigged system. I always had a niggling doubt that I had genuinely dropped out... UNTIL 2020. My life was unchanged by the scamdemic. It was proof of success for me. I have arrived at a place where I trust no one, and have zero expectations for anything from anyone. It works for me. ALWAYS take the lump sum. ALWAYS take your money as early as you can. Trusting the system is for suckers.
I too have a similar tale, but it would feel like a wildly inappropriate attempt at one upmanship after such an empathy eliciting post.
So instead I will reprise my The Price is Right report.
Today, a scan of the audience did not reveal islands of Black in a sea of White, it was more like a light sprinkling of Black on a sea of white.
Yet, two of the four on Contestants Row in the first call down were Black women. One made it to the stage, and was replaced by a Black male.
After the Black female was on stage, she also won at the wheel, spinning 50 cents twice for one dollar which placed her in the Showcase Showdown and rewarded he $1000.
I can't quite recall how each player progressed, but at the final spin, the two white Contestants went first, both spinning 15, twice for a total of.30. Then the Black Contestant spun a total of .40 for the win which made it once again Black vs Black in the Showcase Showdown.
And there were maybe as many as 15 Blacks scattered through the audience.So the odds of a Black person getting to bid on Contestants Row works out to about one in four. For a white person, maybe one in 120...
All these job firing stories are bumming me out so let me tell you my story and maybe it will cheer you up.
I worked at Kenmore Air Harbor at the north end of Lake Washington north of Seattle from 1978-'88. I was 26-36 years old in those then years so the prime of my life. I was an aircraft mechanic and learned my way up to being an expert at maintaining and rebuilding Cessnas and the Dehavilland Beaver aircraft. I could take a plane down the bare bones and build it up again. Engine changes were my favorite jobs.
I'd been working swing shift for years (4:30 PM to 1 AM). There were three of us on swing shift and we worked on the company airplanes. Kenmore Air Harbor is the largest privately owned seaplane base in the world and has over 20 aircraft. It's called Kenmore Air now and has always been a family run company.
We worked on night so that we could use the hangar and besides, the company planes flew all day.
My foreman on swing shift quit and John and I were put out into the cold rainy Puget Sound winter to work on day shift. This was most unpleasant for us.
On top of that, they took away our 50 cent shift differential in our hourly pay.
So I quit.
They called me once to ask me back. I asked for the 50 cents an hour. They said no.
So I stayed quit.
My replacement, Rod, was new. He was now in charge of company maintenance. Kenmore Air was just beginning to put PT-6 turbine engines on the Beavers replacing the radial R-985 engines.
To clean a turbine engine after a Turbo Beaver flight that lands in salt water, that night a nozzle is put into the engine where the igniter was and water is pumped through the turbine blades washing them down. But the water nozzle sticks out into the airflow compression blades so it's important not to have the engine turn while this cleaning is done.
Well, Rod left the nozzle in the engine overnight and the next day a pilot tried starting the PT-6 turbine. The nozzle hit all the spinning blades destroying the very expensive PT-6 turbine engine. I'm not sure of the price of the PT-6 engine but it was brand new, maybe $120,000 in today's dollars.
That turbine beaver sat on the Kenmore lot for over a year as Kenmore management and Pratt & Whitney, the engine manufacturer, haggled over price and replacement.
I figure Rod's mistake cost the company over $100,000 minimum.
You see yourself as a loyal and valuable asset; your corporation sees you as overpaid and expendable.
Tyson Foods sent "the governor" envelopes of cash to keep its overweight trucks rolling on Arkansas roads, and now jettisons tens of thousands of American workers for illegals it pays less.
Mexico gained 34% of US auto manufacturing for the same reason. Europe imported millions of Third Worlders to correct a perceived deficit in its workforce--and frankly to undercut natives' wage demands..
The Great Reset commands, "You will own nothing and be happy."
The Mighty Oz dictates the end of the gasoline car--even as he campaigns in a fleet thereof.
The nature of work--and especially data-rich endeavors--has become more automated and decentralized.
Given the flood of illegals and the ever greater brazen behavior of the police state, everyone in the world of work is living on borrowed time.
This is not hyperbole. Witness The Old Gray Whore boasts it's the new normal and "awesome".
As my history teacher told me, "You never go back." Perhaps you will develop a unique career as either self-employed or an independent contractor with transportable skills.
No corporation is safe. MAGA takes on the meaning Make America a Gulag Archipelago.
Consider yourself its prisoner who, like Patrick McGoohan, must free himself.
Mr. Jeffries, you’ll be interested to know that, a couple of weeks ago, I took a new job, working with people with disabilities.
I work with a man who has some semblance of mental capacity, but he’s about 90% physically disabled. I have to use a kind of engine lift to get him in and out of bed and his wheelchair
I have kind of fallen in love with him. I still use the word, retard, with my nonretarded friends. But no one is perfect.
Anyway, he has a pretty bad diaper rash, which is supposed to be treated by medical techs, a couple of times a day. They fall short. So, even though it’s against the rules, I have applied the salve that they are supposed to be applying a couple of times.
Recently, the shit really hit the fan. I actually went into the medicine closet, got the salve out and applied it. I did this, because I knew that he was suffering. When I am cleaning that area, he actually flinches With pain. He is completely innocent. I saw Suffering and I sought to alleviate that suffering.
Needless to say, the powers that be lost their shit.
Since most of my career has been spent as a drywall contractor, this new job is one of my only forays into the corporate world.
I taught special ed for a couple of years and really really hated that. That’s its own type of corporation and it is hell on earth. Our school system is really just a prison system.
Anyway, each corporate experience has shown me that the corporate world really is just a mini tyranny, with its own bunch of rules and regulations.
And everyone, including government employees, is very self interested. That is to say, they have no interest in their customers or coworkers.
Corporate management; especially human resources management is useless, at best. And all of that shit rolls downhill to every employee. Employees who aren’t cared about, care not about their customers.
And so it goes. Hence went what we used to call customer service. It doesn’t exist anymore.
Your story really saddened me. My husband who has survived two sudden cardiac deaths way before it was cool would still say being laid off in 2012 was the lowest, saddest time of his life. The way you were treated after a life of honorable service is beyond belief. I'm nobody to you, just a fan, an admirer. Your book Hidden history sits on my coffee table. I just want to say I'm sorry for the injustice. You deserved so much better.
Don... Thanks for sharing your story. Many of us here can relate as we have been through similar paths - probably why we all have ended up together at this particular space-time intersect. You are the voice of a group of traumatized survivors - thanks for using it effectively.
Though I too was unfairly fired from “The HighWire with Del Bigtree” and his non-profit Informed Consent Action Network, after a pair of recently added female employees shamelessly smeared me with #MeToo lies that a State of Texas Unemployment Office investigation did not find credible (followed shortly thereafter by one of them abruptly leaving the organization to "spend more time with my children," then one of their presumed enablers having her home burn down on Christmas Day), I have a different tale I’d like to share that speaks to the much larger picture of the type of predators and cowards good men and women are forced to live among in our rapidly collapsing nation.
It's a similar riff off your segment regarding the fat, gay guy whom you helped, yet showed little gratitude while you were doing so and then, after you were fired, “used another Realtor on the sale of his townhouse, when I’d already done preliminary work and helped him move some stuff.” That passage reminded me of a jarring event I experienced while living in Baltimore.
I took the bus to work nearly every day from my Canton neighborhood to the ad agency where I worked atop Mount Vernon, near the legendary Hotel Belvedere, three miles, tops. Usually it was uneventful, but one Spring morning, there were a trio of black youths hassling this small wimpy white guy in a suit, several seats behind me. Mocking him, pushing his shoulders, talking profane garbage about how weak he was, how worthless, how tiny his cock. Nobody was doing anything about it. The guy looked terrified.
So I spoke up. Nothing combative, just common sense empathy, like “Hey, leave the guy alone, he’s not bothering anybody.”
As you could probably predict, they turned on me. Nobody moved from where they were or touched me, but they starting making all kinds of threats against me, telling me to mind my own business, using the usual constant F-bombs of profanity, racial slurs; it was a triple-barreled verbal assault.
But the crazy thing was that the wimpy white guy I was sticking up for joined them. He started making fun of me, mocking me, calling me stupid, saying I was a fool, that I deserved what I was getting. I looked at him in disbelief, and the face I saw was completely different than the frightened face I saw a minute earlier. It was twisted into a cruel grin, his eyes devilish and taunting.
That guy spooked me more than the trio of threatening young bullies, who also continued their litany of linguistic abuse. I took out my phone and said “I’m calling the cops,” but an elderly black man who was sitting catty-corner across from me on my left said “Don’t you do that, boy.”
Almost immediately after he said that, the bus was grinding to a stop. It was several bus stops before where I customarily got off for work, but I ejected anyway. The whole thing was getting too darkly surreal, and I felt like I was sinking in waters spiraling out of my control. “You’re all going to hell,” I said, getting up as I got off, hoping, praying no one would follow me. Nobody did.
As you said and they say: “No good deed goes unpunished.” I don’t actually believe that, I’ve had good deeds rewarded throughout my life. But I would say that “no good deed goes unpunished,” if the person you’re helping doesn’t actually deserve it.
Ah well, O hell. God bless you for your many insights, wrapped in captivating prose. I’m about halfway through your "On Borrowed Fame" book, but I’ve had to take a break because your writing is so effective and the stories therein often so disheartening and, frankly, bizarre. The chapters I've read so far only further reinforce how both an Invisible Hand and Hidden Hand seemingly guide our lives and fates.
I wish you all the best, and hope your work reaches the large audience it so richly and clearly deserves.
They just don't need us any longer. What is Evan worse is when your entire life revolves around your job. That leads to every emotional downturn. If only we didn't invest our lives in jobs and instead relationships. I for one never have and would leave a job Evan though depending upon it. The strain was never worth it and this highscool grad with some college always found something. I too have seen and experienced spineless managers. It does catch up with them. I left during Corona Scamdemic and saw how people were treated with disgust. Now I just watch.
Donald, Thank you so much for sharing this heart breaking account with us. I dealt with criminals pausing as employers myself. I am over it.
One case I remember is that of a guy who was like mere months from retirement, whose boss came to his desk and gave him 20 mns to pack his stuff and leave as he was firing him. The guy worked at the same company for decades. He was in his 60s and he came to a catholic forum I was at asking us to pray for him as the poor man was in tears and absolutely devastated!!! And there are so many other stories I've come across over the years.
I realize that it might not be enough but “a dollar saved is a dollar earned”. Have you tried growing your own food? I tried my hand at some small scale homesteading and I have saved myself a ton of money. Baking my own bread and canning spaghetti sauce has been worth much more than just the dollars that I saved!
I resigned from my job of nearly 34 years as a bookkeeper for a large commercial real estate firm when they mandated "vaccines" for everyone if they wanted to come in to the office. They didn't want me to leave, and I could've worked from home, but I was too outraged and quit in protest. I actually preferred the office environment to working at home. I was one year away from my full retirement age of 66 and 4 months, but went ahead and started collecting Social Security benefits. One of the brokers I had worked with hired me on as part-time bookkeeper for his private portfolio of office buildings. I'm happy with job, but making ends meet is a stretch, and I miss working in a vibrant office with lots of people around. Although, since the scamdemic the place is now a depressing ghost town. It seems no one (but me) wants to come into the office anymore. Anyhoo... I agree, I think your communication skills are top notch!
I lost my job over the vaccine. It’s hard to describe the internal torment of that whole situation. I worked and sacrificed for decades to finally get to a position that meant something to me and provided for my family in a way that I could be proud of.
To be forced to choose between abandoning my principles and my self respect to get the shot or giving up everything I’d worked for and gambling with my family’s wellbeing is something I’ll never forgive them for doing.
I was terminated in 2013 for "things I said on social media about the team", despite my account being private, never mentioning anyone's name in the office, and not even being connected to anyone who knew anyone in the office. I was not provided examples nor told who reported me. Somehow they deleted all the photos from my phone via the exchange server while I was still walking out to the parking lot, which had included about a month's worth of photos of my new baby girl. Local employment attorney told me that's just how "at will employment" was and that I couldn't even sue about the photos. Boy am I glad that all happened BEFORE the current toxic climate.
Edit: That was my last "corporate" job.
My husband was let go yesterday, he will get a 4 month severance and hopefully he can find a new job. We have a friend who has been looking for 10 months!! We are in our 60’s and have a mtg. Keeping my toes and fingers crossed. Hey didn’t Biden tell us the economy is better than ever!! Smhh what a maroon.
In 2004 my old horseshoer retired. I found a new guy, in his early forties. When he mentioned that he had not been at the trade long, I asked him why he changed careers in middle age. It turned out he had been let go from a high tech company, in favor of a foreigner who would work for half his pay. To quote: "I figured becoming a farrier was the only job an H-1B visa holder could not take away from me."
Of course, they were just looking for a way to get rid of you. Donald, reading your tale was sad and frustrating...but instead of kicking yourself for not investing more in the system, you should have kicked yourself for EVER trusting the system. You, of all people, awake since forever. I got a dose of reality at age 28. I dropped out of everything, and vowed I would do whatever it took to survive, taking pleasure whenever I could get one over on a rigged system. I always had a niggling doubt that I had genuinely dropped out... UNTIL 2020. My life was unchanged by the scamdemic. It was proof of success for me. I have arrived at a place where I trust no one, and have zero expectations for anything from anyone. It works for me. ALWAYS take the lump sum. ALWAYS take your money as early as you can. Trusting the system is for suckers.
I too have a similar tale, but it would feel like a wildly inappropriate attempt at one upmanship after such an empathy eliciting post.
So instead I will reprise my The Price is Right report.
Today, a scan of the audience did not reveal islands of Black in a sea of White, it was more like a light sprinkling of Black on a sea of white.
Yet, two of the four on Contestants Row in the first call down were Black women. One made it to the stage, and was replaced by a Black male.
After the Black female was on stage, she also won at the wheel, spinning 50 cents twice for one dollar which placed her in the Showcase Showdown and rewarded he $1000.
I can't quite recall how each player progressed, but at the final spin, the two white Contestants went first, both spinning 15, twice for a total of.30. Then the Black Contestant spun a total of .40 for the win which made it once again Black vs Black in the Showcase Showdown.
And there were maybe as many as 15 Blacks scattered through the audience.So the odds of a Black person getting to bid on Contestants Row works out to about one in four. For a white person, maybe one in 120...
Just unbelievably transparent...
All these job firing stories are bumming me out so let me tell you my story and maybe it will cheer you up.
I worked at Kenmore Air Harbor at the north end of Lake Washington north of Seattle from 1978-'88. I was 26-36 years old in those then years so the prime of my life. I was an aircraft mechanic and learned my way up to being an expert at maintaining and rebuilding Cessnas and the Dehavilland Beaver aircraft. I could take a plane down the bare bones and build it up again. Engine changes were my favorite jobs.
I'd been working swing shift for years (4:30 PM to 1 AM). There were three of us on swing shift and we worked on the company airplanes. Kenmore Air Harbor is the largest privately owned seaplane base in the world and has over 20 aircraft. It's called Kenmore Air now and has always been a family run company.
We worked on night so that we could use the hangar and besides, the company planes flew all day.
My foreman on swing shift quit and John and I were put out into the cold rainy Puget Sound winter to work on day shift. This was most unpleasant for us.
On top of that, they took away our 50 cent shift differential in our hourly pay.
So I quit.
They called me once to ask me back. I asked for the 50 cents an hour. They said no.
So I stayed quit.
My replacement, Rod, was new. He was now in charge of company maintenance. Kenmore Air was just beginning to put PT-6 turbine engines on the Beavers replacing the radial R-985 engines.
To clean a turbine engine after a Turbo Beaver flight that lands in salt water, that night a nozzle is put into the engine where the igniter was and water is pumped through the turbine blades washing them down. But the water nozzle sticks out into the airflow compression blades so it's important not to have the engine turn while this cleaning is done.
Well, Rod left the nozzle in the engine overnight and the next day a pilot tried starting the PT-6 turbine. The nozzle hit all the spinning blades destroying the very expensive PT-6 turbine engine. I'm not sure of the price of the PT-6 engine but it was brand new, maybe $120,000 in today's dollars.
That turbine beaver sat on the Kenmore lot for over a year as Kenmore management and Pratt & Whitney, the engine manufacturer, haggled over price and replacement.
I figure Rod's mistake cost the company over $100,000 minimum.
All for 50 cents an hour refused to me.
So, that's my karma story.
You see yourself as a loyal and valuable asset; your corporation sees you as overpaid and expendable.
Tyson Foods sent "the governor" envelopes of cash to keep its overweight trucks rolling on Arkansas roads, and now jettisons tens of thousands of American workers for illegals it pays less.
Mexico gained 34% of US auto manufacturing for the same reason. Europe imported millions of Third Worlders to correct a perceived deficit in its workforce--and frankly to undercut natives' wage demands..
The Great Reset commands, "You will own nothing and be happy."
The Mighty Oz dictates the end of the gasoline car--even as he campaigns in a fleet thereof.
The nature of work--and especially data-rich endeavors--has become more automated and decentralized.
Given the flood of illegals and the ever greater brazen behavior of the police state, everyone in the world of work is living on borrowed time.
This is not hyperbole. Witness The Old Gray Whore boasts it's the new normal and "awesome".
As my history teacher told me, "You never go back." Perhaps you will develop a unique career as either self-employed or an independent contractor with transportable skills.
No corporation is safe. MAGA takes on the meaning Make America a Gulag Archipelago.
Consider yourself its prisoner who, like Patrick McGoohan, must free himself.
Be seeing you.
Mr. Jeffries, you’ll be interested to know that, a couple of weeks ago, I took a new job, working with people with disabilities.
I work with a man who has some semblance of mental capacity, but he’s about 90% physically disabled. I have to use a kind of engine lift to get him in and out of bed and his wheelchair
I have kind of fallen in love with him. I still use the word, retard, with my nonretarded friends. But no one is perfect.
Anyway, he has a pretty bad diaper rash, which is supposed to be treated by medical techs, a couple of times a day. They fall short. So, even though it’s against the rules, I have applied the salve that they are supposed to be applying a couple of times.
Recently, the shit really hit the fan. I actually went into the medicine closet, got the salve out and applied it. I did this, because I knew that he was suffering. When I am cleaning that area, he actually flinches With pain. He is completely innocent. I saw Suffering and I sought to alleviate that suffering.
Needless to say, the powers that be lost their shit.
Since most of my career has been spent as a drywall contractor, this new job is one of my only forays into the corporate world.
I taught special ed for a couple of years and really really hated that. That’s its own type of corporation and it is hell on earth. Our school system is really just a prison system.
Anyway, each corporate experience has shown me that the corporate world really is just a mini tyranny, with its own bunch of rules and regulations.
And everyone, including government employees, is very self interested. That is to say, they have no interest in their customers or coworkers.
Corporate management; especially human resources management is useless, at best. And all of that shit rolls downhill to every employee. Employees who aren’t cared about, care not about their customers.
And so it goes. Hence went what we used to call customer service. It doesn’t exist anymore.
Your story really saddened me. My husband who has survived two sudden cardiac deaths way before it was cool would still say being laid off in 2012 was the lowest, saddest time of his life. The way you were treated after a life of honorable service is beyond belief. I'm nobody to you, just a fan, an admirer. Your book Hidden history sits on my coffee table. I just want to say I'm sorry for the injustice. You deserved so much better.
Don... Thanks for sharing your story. Many of us here can relate as we have been through similar paths - probably why we all have ended up together at this particular space-time intersect. You are the voice of a group of traumatized survivors - thanks for using it effectively.
Though I too was unfairly fired from “The HighWire with Del Bigtree” and his non-profit Informed Consent Action Network, after a pair of recently added female employees shamelessly smeared me with #MeToo lies that a State of Texas Unemployment Office investigation did not find credible (followed shortly thereafter by one of them abruptly leaving the organization to "spend more time with my children," then one of their presumed enablers having her home burn down on Christmas Day), I have a different tale I’d like to share that speaks to the much larger picture of the type of predators and cowards good men and women are forced to live among in our rapidly collapsing nation.
It's a similar riff off your segment regarding the fat, gay guy whom you helped, yet showed little gratitude while you were doing so and then, after you were fired, “used another Realtor on the sale of his townhouse, when I’d already done preliminary work and helped him move some stuff.” That passage reminded me of a jarring event I experienced while living in Baltimore.
I took the bus to work nearly every day from my Canton neighborhood to the ad agency where I worked atop Mount Vernon, near the legendary Hotel Belvedere, three miles, tops. Usually it was uneventful, but one Spring morning, there were a trio of black youths hassling this small wimpy white guy in a suit, several seats behind me. Mocking him, pushing his shoulders, talking profane garbage about how weak he was, how worthless, how tiny his cock. Nobody was doing anything about it. The guy looked terrified.
So I spoke up. Nothing combative, just common sense empathy, like “Hey, leave the guy alone, he’s not bothering anybody.”
As you could probably predict, they turned on me. Nobody moved from where they were or touched me, but they starting making all kinds of threats against me, telling me to mind my own business, using the usual constant F-bombs of profanity, racial slurs; it was a triple-barreled verbal assault.
But the crazy thing was that the wimpy white guy I was sticking up for joined them. He started making fun of me, mocking me, calling me stupid, saying I was a fool, that I deserved what I was getting. I looked at him in disbelief, and the face I saw was completely different than the frightened face I saw a minute earlier. It was twisted into a cruel grin, his eyes devilish and taunting.
That guy spooked me more than the trio of threatening young bullies, who also continued their litany of linguistic abuse. I took out my phone and said “I’m calling the cops,” but an elderly black man who was sitting catty-corner across from me on my left said “Don’t you do that, boy.”
Almost immediately after he said that, the bus was grinding to a stop. It was several bus stops before where I customarily got off for work, but I ejected anyway. The whole thing was getting too darkly surreal, and I felt like I was sinking in waters spiraling out of my control. “You’re all going to hell,” I said, getting up as I got off, hoping, praying no one would follow me. Nobody did.
As you said and they say: “No good deed goes unpunished.” I don’t actually believe that, I’ve had good deeds rewarded throughout my life. But I would say that “no good deed goes unpunished,” if the person you’re helping doesn’t actually deserve it.
Ah well, O hell. God bless you for your many insights, wrapped in captivating prose. I’m about halfway through your "On Borrowed Fame" book, but I’ve had to take a break because your writing is so effective and the stories therein often so disheartening and, frankly, bizarre. The chapters I've read so far only further reinforce how both an Invisible Hand and Hidden Hand seemingly guide our lives and fates.
I wish you all the best, and hope your work reaches the large audience it so richly and clearly deserves.
They just don't need us any longer. What is Evan worse is when your entire life revolves around your job. That leads to every emotional downturn. If only we didn't invest our lives in jobs and instead relationships. I for one never have and would leave a job Evan though depending upon it. The strain was never worth it and this highscool grad with some college always found something. I too have seen and experienced spineless managers. It does catch up with them. I left during Corona Scamdemic and saw how people were treated with disgust. Now I just watch.
Donald, Thank you so much for sharing this heart breaking account with us. I dealt with criminals pausing as employers myself. I am over it.
One case I remember is that of a guy who was like mere months from retirement, whose boss came to his desk and gave him 20 mns to pack his stuff and leave as he was firing him. The guy worked at the same company for decades. He was in his 60s and he came to a catholic forum I was at asking us to pray for him as the poor man was in tears and absolutely devastated!!! And there are so many other stories I've come across over the years.
Had nothing to do with you. They could easily hire an illegal or a DEI hire. Your tax dollars at work.
I realize that it might not be enough but “a dollar saved is a dollar earned”. Have you tried growing your own food? I tried my hand at some small scale homesteading and I have saved myself a ton of money. Baking my own bread and canning spaghetti sauce has been worth much more than just the dollars that I saved!