Sunday, August 23, 2009

Where are all the Workers?

From everything I read in the news, there is an unemployment crisis. Well, can't prove it by me!!! We have been looking to fill a spot here at the Ranch with an in-home personal care provider to help with the kids. We have a great staff and need to add one person. It's a pretty good job, fairly decent pay, and flexibility to swap shifts to accommodate things like dentist appointments and camping trips.
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.