Sunday, August 23, 2009
Where are all the Workers?
I have an ad on Craigslist, fliers at the grocery store, and an agency actively trying to recruit a viable candidate. This has been going on for several months now. The results??? One person that is actually willing to try it out.
Quite a few people contacted us and several actually showed up for an interview, but the vast majority decline the offer of a job. They have such rigid parameters for employment; no weekends, evenings, need this, that, or the other thing. It seems that we were being interviewed, not the other way around.
Here we are offering a good, steady job, and no one wants it. The reasons don't make sense....this is health care, not banking. Weekends and holidays are a given part of the program. Don't go into the field if you want Monday through Friday, nine to five or if you don't want to care for other people and all of their daily activities.
So, here we are with an opening, we have been interviewed over and over again, and I continue to hear about people who are out of work, and unable to find a job. I now believe that many of these folks really don't want to work. They are content to collect unemployment and watch NCIS reruns all day. I now look at the unemployment numbers that have been rising steadily a little differently, with a bit of cynicism born of meeting way too many people of late who are out of work, but not really interested in work.
Just sayin'.....
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Song for the Singer

He saddled up a good horse
His faithful companion
They rode across the prairie
Headed for the canyon.
He’d never come this way before.
This trail was not well traveled.
He left a broken heart behind
With a life that had unraveled.
The trail was steep and narrow
As it crossed the great divide.
There was no other way to go
To reach the other side.
The canyon walls grew high and dark,
They closed in like a prison.
This journey wasn’t in his plan,
It wasn’t his decision.
They rode on through a cold, dark night.
And he began to pray.
He asked for strength to make this ride
And for a brighter day.
All at once a still small voice
Seemed to fill the night.
He was suddenly surrounded
By God’s love and peace and light.
It said:
Keep looking up, Buckaroo
This trial is nearly over.
Ill lead you to clear water
And green pastures of clover.
Keep looking up, Buckaroo
You will never ride alone.
I will always be right by your side
And lead you safely home.