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[ Tuesday, Apr. 04, 2006 ]
[12:57 p.m.]
Dear Homeless Creep Who Sits Around Panhandling Outside My Office Building,
I've been meaning to say this for some time now.
But for some reason i kept putting it off. Perhaps it's because you smell like 4 day old puke and booze, or perhaps it's because your teeth are brown nubs. In any case, the time is now.
Ahem...
I will not, nor will i ever, give you any of my hard earned money. It is my belief that you should get a FUCKING JOB! That being said; there is absolutely no excuse that i can think of for being unemployed in this city. Hell, in this PROVINCE!
You can't go anywhere in this city without being bombarded by signs and billboard posting want ads, and HELP NEEDED - F/T and P/T AVAILABLE NOW!
The truth is, this province is already on shaky ground when it comes to the job market. There are not enough people to fill the demand of jobs. You could practically walk into a workplace and walk out employed. Provided you've showered and popped in a stick of gum.
And, Mister Homeless Guy, you could then have what we in the western Capitalist world call INCOME, roughly translated: Money. Then you could use Said Money to purchase food, clothing, or any other goods and services. This is how our unperfect but somewhat-working society works.
So.
I am not going to give you my hard earned cash - and i work DAMN HARD for it too - so you can feed whatever addiction it is that you have. You can go out, put on a smile and get yourself a job... and then YOU can support your OWN addictions.
Thank you for hearing me out.
Laura
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