SPECIAL ESSAY: "WHY CAN'T YOU FIND A JOB?"
I hope that you as the reader will pardon what may seem through what I'm fixing to write as the equivalent of a glorified temper tantrum and will permit me the opportunity this week to use my space as a way to humorously vent my frustration at a few people and circumstances that have been getting on my craw recently. It's just that recently in my own personal life I've been constantly hitting the wall in terms of my personal frustration at what seems to be a perpetually downward-spiraling financial mess that I am in currently--and what seems to be a major lack of understanding that some people (namely my creditors) truly have of it.
And if it weren't for the fact that I am totally dependent and subserviant to their whims and ever-increasing appetite for what little financial resources are still in my bank account (and the need to maintain peace and Christian harmony with these folks), my initial temptation would be to take a Johnny Paycheck attitude and tell these people to "...take these bills and shove it!!" and either get myself into a rage of anger inciting hatred and abhorrent violence or hysterically cry myself into a nervous breakdown. Thankfully, my God granted me at least one decent gift before I made my trip down the birth canal--the ability to accomplish the same above desires in a more civilized manner through a sarcastic wit that might thoroughly roast a pig on a spit grill without the need for charcoal.
But why would I wish to call this crazy exposition the title that I refer to above? As a way to establish the topic, please come back with me briefly down Memory Lane to when I was still stuck in a place called Lockney (in which I personally thought of in the past as Siberia). By doing this, not only do I hope to accomplish some sort of self- prescribed therapy to ease any current personal tensions I might still have, but maybe it could also be a good illustration for you of how a few of us West Texans view the topic of work (and especially those who either don't, in their opinion, have enough of it or who do not have a job and a place to work in at all).
Okay--now for the history lesson. I remember all the times and years after I came back what was a very disasterous attempt to pursue my dreams in Albuquerque just how much of a broken record my granddad got to be in terms of
