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In Empathy, Popular Music, Television, Thats' Life, The Sunday Bully Pulpit, Unemployed on May 15, 2011 at 8:00 AM

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Susan Lucci. Unemployed.
Help! I need somebody,
Help! Not just anybody,
Help! You know, I need Someone…
Help!

Susan Lucci has lost her job. Aw. After 41 years playing the oft married Erica Kane on ABC’s All My Children, Susan Lucci is Unemployed.

Hello, Susan. Welcome– to the continuing, real life drama starring 9 million American People and their children, All The Unemployed.

Of course, it’s not going to be fur you as it is fur all the People in the cast of All The Unemployed who are not you. All the Not multi-millionares, not self employed owners of their own companies. All The Unemployed not with beauty products and jewelry lines being sold on QVC. All The Unemployed not pulling down writer’s royalties.

So sop up those tears, Susan! Your income producing capacity is still solidly intact. And don’t forget you have the added good fortune and (not to mention) security of being in a healthy, happy marriage with the husband of your youth, the man of your dreams and in a house and home (perhaps several of them even) filled with cherished mementoes of the beautiful family you both successfully reared together.

Talk about “winning!”

Just because you’re fortunate and wealthy, however, doesn’t mean I can’t empathize with you. I know having a job

It’s not about the money, money, money
We don’t need your money, money, money

I understand. I know what it’s like firsthand, Susan. Here. Dry your eyes. Take a moment to reflect on Her storyline. Now here is Someone who really has somethin’ to cry about. Her real life storyline began in November, 2009. She can only hope someday She’ll be fired from this. Who knows, you may even ask yourself what all your drama is really all about. Up next, the all not-so-new, all consuming, all daytime, nighttime, continuing lifetime drama…

All The Unemployed (multiple marriages not included).

Look at me. Still languishing here in this place some might call Hell. I just listened to Jason Reitman today as he discussed, in an interview with Robert Seigle on NPR what he learned from his experience working with “real people who had lost their jobs” for his newly released movie Up In The Air” starring George Clooney and Vera Farmiga.

“If you’d asked me before I did this movie, ‘What’s the worst thing about losing your job in this type of economy?’ I would’ve probably said the loss of income,” Reitman explains. But as I talked to these people, that rarely came up. What people said, time and time again, was: ‘I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.’ … It was really about a lack of purpose. They would say, you know, ‘After I finish this interview, I’m going to go get in my car, and I have nowhere to be.’ And I can’t imagine thinking that every day.”

“I can’t imagine thinking that every day” young Mr. Reitman said. We’re not just thinking it, Mr. Reitman. We’re feelin’ it and that, I can tell you from experience is far, far worse!

Imagine getting up every morning with no one in the world expecting you. No one who knows or cares if you’re even ALIVE or not. No one irritated because you are late.

Days blend into weeks. Weeks into months. You check and recheck the calendar reminding yourself what day of the week it is. The Today Show is a touchstone.

There is no greater hell than to have to begin and end each and every day having had nothing to do. Nothing to think about. No Where to be. No one to be with. Never hearing the phrase “See you tomorrow.” I go whole days, weeks, months even, without ever having to part my lips to make a sound. I can go equally as long not hearing anyone say my name.

The phone never rings.

Death of a SalesmanAbsolutely, you are right, Mr. Reitman. It is not the loss of income that is the thing. I used to always joke that if I wanted to work soley for money I’d be a prostitute. No, it’s not the loss of an income that we miss most.

Work is the anchor of a life. Look what happened to Willy Loman, for god’s sake. Everything you do in life is because you work. Work is not a privilege. It’s a RIGHT! There can be no Life, Liberty or PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS without WORK! Work is the American dream!

Once you have your job and feel secure in it and have adapted to the routine of collecting and managing the paycheck, that’s when

L-I-V-I-N-G actually starts to begin. Every plan, every decision, every thought, even your commute to and from work each day is predicated upon the completion of those allocated eight hours and the blessed assurance you’ll get to repeat that routine all over again tomorrow.

Then there are the dribbling, mundane routines and rituals. Before work you may do a load of laundry, drop the kids off with caregivers, stop at a drive through for a McGriddle, stop at the dry cleaner, plan dinner.

Sliding the card key through, getting the green light, entering the place where you go every day, where you chit-chat about those mundane, shared experiences with co-workers, grocery shop on your lunch hour, online bill pay, multi-task, and pitch in for birthday cards, cakes and balloon bouquets for co-workers you hardly know (and likely don’t even like). You’re at work. You have a job.

After work, complain about traffic while listening to tomorrow’s water cooler topic on the radio; pick up the kids, stop at the grocery store or Pet Smart or Target or just head straight home because dinner has to be made, the dryer has to be emptied, the carpet needs to be vacuumed, homework needs to get done, bills are in the mailbox. Everybody has to pee.

Meal time, bath time, quality time, bedtime. All the while your mind’s already reflecting on tomorrow’s in-basket, (how much gas is in the car?) e-mails that need to be responded to, deadlines, projects, your special work algorithm or just the everyday joy of the everyday routine of everyday people doing what they do every day– anchoring their lives so they can orbit all the things they really love and care around all that. There can be no family, no friends, no food, no music, no TV, no NPR.., no…“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and JOB is the sun!”

Working: People Talk About What They Do All Day and How They Feel About What They Do

There is no community without people who are working. Studs Terkel wrote a book about it. Real people don’t give a s**t about “champagne wishes and caviar dreams.” All they wanna do is work so they can live, make their parents proud, maybe even in the same neighborhood they grew up in. Grow their childhood friendships, marry their childhood sweethearts, share the old neighborhood and most cherished memories with their children and then check out, kick the bucket so to speak, realizing some measure of satisfaction with the content of their lives.

People have to be working to do that.

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I’ve never done before.

That’s Her story. Talk about a work in progress. See, Susan, unemployment often contributes to estrangement from family. It did fur Her. Unemployed People are often too ashamed to let their families know where they are or how they’ve ended up. They’ve lost everything. Now they sit among things that are not their own. They dwell in interior spaces that are not an expression of themselves. Joyful experiences are few and far between. They isolate themselves. Conceal everything.

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When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody’s help in any way.
But now those daya are gone, I’m not so self assured,
Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Don’t worry, Susan. You and I both know this will never be your story but I understand you feel awful now, though. It’s a terrible thing to have to let go of something when you’re not ready. I understand you’ll miss your work routine, certainly the character, the friendships you’ve cultivated because of your long association with the show.

But you are in a blessed position to reflect on your experience with fondness. After all, All My Children has been very, very good to you. You had 41 years. You never have to look back with fear or financial uncertainty or even anger. Maybe you should do less crying on TV and be more grateful about all that. If you won’t do it fur yourself, do it fur your fans. Do it fur me.

Help me if you can, I’m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won’t you please, please help me
Help me..,
HELP me… Oooooo…. ♫♫
Goodwill Energies I project
Upon each and every one of you
Each and every day!

“And there came to be evening and there came to be morning…”

That’s life. Today.

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A Brother That Is Born

In Jobless, Popular Music, Thats' Life, Unemployed on February 7, 2011 at 3:01 PM

❝This week I feel like I have been the dumping ground..dump everything on me. I need to learn to say no and to ask for help..today was so bad I could have cried…I am going offline for the weekend- hope next week is better- or I’m trading in my family and job for something different.❞–LK

Sometimes–  No, all of the time, People should treat each other like dogs.  I mean it. When a Person finds a dog alone, dirty, hungry  and on the street, they feel compassion fur that dog and they take him in. Or, more than likely, they behave eggg– zackaly like this:

A certain man ____fell among robbers, who both stripped him and inflicted blows, and went off, leaving him half-dead. 31 Now, by coincidence, a certain priest was going down over that road, but, when he saw him, he went by on the opposite side. 32 Likewise, a Levite also, when he got down to the place and saw him, went by on the opposite side.

33 But a certain Sa·mar´i·tan traveling the road came upon him and, at seeing him, he was moved with pity. 34 So he approached him and [touched him] bound up his wounds, pouring oil and wine upon them. Then he mounted him upon his own beast and brought him to an inn [shelter] and took care of him. 35 And the next day he took out two de·nar´i·i, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, ‘Take care of him, and whatever you spend besides this, I will repay you when I come back here.’

36 Who of these three seems to you to have made himself neighbor to the man that fell among the robbers?” 37 He said: “The one that acted mercifully toward him.” Jesus then said to him: “Go your way and be doing the same yourself.” Because… “‘You must love _____God with your whole heart and with your whole soul and with your whole strength and with your whole mind,’ and, ‘your neighbor as yourself.’” 28 He said to him: “You answered correctly; ‘keep on doing this and you will get life.’”❞– Luke 10

You will get life. You will get it. Get it? It’s not about heaven or living forever in some future paradise. It’s about understanding and meaning and service and compassion right now! Today! For the Person standing right there in front of you. Today. Right now! Get. LIFE!

When People actually see another Person wandering homeless about the street, loveless, family-less, cold, alone, possibly even injured, afraid, all they do is go home and talk about how badly they felt fur that Person. A few may donate food or clothes to some collection center. Some will write a check or text or PayPal a contribution to some so-called charity or 501c.

They disguise their own deeply entrenched feelings they are careful not to publicly reveal as they spew tiresome, repeatedly expressed, “righteous outrage” about Michael Vick– ‘s dogs, that is. Or they’ll sit fur hours and hours and hours in front of their computers whining incessantly about a burned dog 3000 miles away from where they live, or an abandoned chicken, diseased ferrets in Germany, all after having walked past several dozen of their Human neighbors on the street or having cleverly avoided having to really hear the distress of a fellow co-life traveler, the tiny voice right next to them asking fur help with shame and trembling is successfully not heard.

17A true companion is loving all the time, and is a brother that is born for when there is distress.–Prov 17

Energy must not be expended helping you out, after all “I got mine. Go get your own!” People don’t like it when People ask for help. They call that “begging” or asking fur a “handout.” They call them bums or lazy opportunists. They wonder what’s wrong with them,  after all, something must be wrong with them, they can’t seem to get it together. Being judgmental is the rafter in the eye of the beholder. People don’t immediately see “time and unforeseen occurrence befall us all.”

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans…”–  John Lennon

“…keep on doing this and you will get life.”

Remember Job? Job lost everything he had, except perhaps his once long-suffering wife. No one of his three false friends did. Maybe that’s why People feel so good when the media seizes upon the Ted Williams du jour. Homeless because of alcohol and crack addictions, his saving grace was that he was born with, and ultimately cultivated through training, a velvet voice. He willfully wasted his life and opportunities, even the fortuity of the second chance provided by the help of a Columbus, Ohio news reporter. People were falling over themselves with tangible job and housing offers.

She was never an alcoholic. Or a crack addict. She doesn’t even smoke cigarettes or the occasional marijuana stick.  She is just horrifyingly unlucky. If anyone offered Her a job and a home right now She would not disappoint. There are no skeletons. Not even a closet. Now there would be a fur real feel good story you could sink your teeth into. But watch. People will only withdraw. That’s what they do when your poverty, your lucklessness, your record, your misfortune is “awkward” fur them. Animals are so much easier. Less– awkward.

So, my advice to you, LK…

❝This week I feel like I have been the dumping ground..dump everything on me. I need to learn to say no and to ask for help..today was so bad I could have cried…I am going offline for the weekend- hope next week is better- or I’m trading in my family and job for something different.❞

Learn to say “No.” Just remember Job’s wife.

Goodwill Energies I project
Upon each and every one of you
Each and every day

“And there came to be evening and there came to be morning…”


That’s life today.

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In bulldogs, Dog Parks, Jobless, Popular Culture, Popular Music, Television, Tv Show Theme Songs, Unconditional love, Unemployed on February 15, 2010 at 9:03 PM
♫I don’t know why but I’m feeling so sad
I think I just lost the best place I ever had
Got no one to chase me
Cause my dog park is closed, see
Man o man now where can we be–  to the tune “Lover Man” performed by Billie Holiday
Our community dog park is currently closed for renovations. For me, That’s a good thing since I still have another four months of convalescence after TPLO surgery.  I have visited other dog parks in recent days but I miss my regular dogs at Redhawk. For Her, the dog park is the fun, social hot spot especially designed for our times.  It’s the place to see and be seen. Different breeds freely associating with the only goals being to play and have fun and maybe sniff some butt.

It’s the closest thing to life in the paradise earth.  A place where People unabashedly indulge PDA’s with their dogs.  A place where People love to talk about their dogs, where People love to be with their dogs and where they don’t mind being around OPD– other People’s dogs. Smiles and goodwill abound at the dog park. As dogs it is our job to bring out smiles and laughter in People. I, for one take my job very seriously. It’s what I do.  Love, love, love.  {:O*~Ooo. Somebody ought to write a song about That.

Dog park etiquette is enforced like the mafia code of conduct. You are expected to supervise your dog. Your dog may not be aggressive. Your dog must be healthy. You are expected to pick up after your dog.

For those who decide not to observe The Code, the ever vigilant Poop Police who caught your dog in the act will ever so nicely make you an offer you can’t refuse. No tough talk. No cement shoes or severed horse heads between red satin sheets here. No one gets angry.

There are no flushed red faces, no outbursts of temper, or dirt kicking or pouting. No, everyone dutifully and often good-naturedly marches right over to the temporary latrine, crisp, crackling plastic bag at the ready, and removes the offending mass. No static at all.

There are those occasional visitors who are both indifferent and disrespectful of The Code. In that case, the Poop Police will pick it up, albeit grudgingly and after some bit of discussion, ever mindful of the fact that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

After a while, people are actually falling over themselves volunteering to pick up the poop. Cooperation is the operative word. Consideration, the next. People don’t want to step in it and no one wants their dog to step in it and track it into the car or home, or worse, eat it.

The small dog park and the big dog park are separated by a chain link fence. The difference between big dog owners and small dog owners is like the difference between the blue jeans-and-tie wearing high school teacher and the multi-pocketed-multi-colored-oversized-tent dress wearing elementary school teacher.

One pair of matching bookends, different as night and day.”

Big dog owners seem to be a more mixed, more diverse, more inclusive and homogeneous demographic. In the big dog park there are no cliques, no ridicules “My dog doesn’t like your dog” prejudices. Young people don’t seem to mind at all hanging with Old School.

Everybody’s protective and tolerant of one another’s dogs. No one manhandles or is rude or unkind to anyone’s dog. There are never any overprotective “parent” outbursts. When a dog park Regular is absent for a few days in a row, there is genuine concern. People take the time, not just to make small talk but if you listen really carefully you may actually witness a cogent conversation taking place.

In the Big dog park, People tend to use the entire length and width of the dog park as opposed to congregating in a specific area. It’s important to stand away from tables and chairs otherwise the dogs will congregate underneath and we all know what can happen when there’s a big dog cornered underneath.

The community dog park is a sort of hidden society. I wish more People came  back to the office after a weekend at the dog park with tales of their experiences with Daisy or Rufus or Tank. It’s not a subject that keeps people gathered around the water cooler. It’s never a “hot topic” on the View. Perhaps it should be. Perhaps dog park talk would fade and even extinguish altogether the otherwise rapacious, harmful talk so prevalent in so many offices these days.  Oh. But  I digress…

People bring their collapsible canvass chairs, their gallon jugs of water and a book, but you will only get to read your book if  there is no other person in the dog park or you are determined to be alone. It’s not like riding the subway in New York City where possessing an open book screams: “Don’t talk to me. Don’t invade my personal space.” Having a book doesn’t convey the same non-verbal “back off” message here in Southern CA. You need to stay home if you really want to be alone. Or hike.

A well attended, well supported community dog park serves a purpose that is especially important in these difficult times when people are increasingly isolating themselves because they’re jobless or are experiencing some sort of personal and/or financial difficulty.

She rather enjoys the sense of community, finds joy in a sort of camaraderie (dare I say it.., even a level of goodwill) She’s never experienced in any office She has ever worked in; Goodwill that is freely expressed and that with no strings. It not contingent upon regular attendance. There is no tithing. There’s nothing to join, no contract to sign, no public baptisms, no oaths, no conditions. You go to the dog park and you– just be.

People describe the love of a dog or any pet they have as “unconditional.” I don’t wake up with the consciousness That tomorrow I will die. I’m not conscious of Her anxieties or worries or concerns. I don’t see “young,” or wrinkles. Her breath doesn’t have to be minty fresh. Who am I gonna denigrate Her to if She’s a hotel housekeeper?  Who am I gonna brag about Her to if She’s King of the World in her hometown, successful and  famous or CEO of something? All I wanna do is eat and have a place to sleep and wake up every day and BE secure.  Oh. And have some fun.

Whether it’s the back seat of a Honda Civic or a luxurious Bentley, if they’re both headed to the community dog park or dog beach or PetSmart or Safeway, won’t we all still get to where we intend to go anyway?

I only wanna be with Her–  just the way She is. Your bulldogs and all dogs feel the same way about you.

That’s how it is at the dog park. The only thing you have to do is be yourself.  We love you just the way you are.  Canvass chair optional.

Goodwill energies I direct
Toward each and every one of you
Each and every day

“And there came to be evening and there came to be morning…”

That’s Life today.