I’m sick of it.
All of it.
This whole ‘state of recession’ is simply getting on my last nerve, and for those of you who know me – that last nerve’s just about had it! I guess my problem is not so much that there truly is a recession, as much that it seems much more urgent now that the richer folk are feeling the pinch.
Seriously, my whole life has been in recession, but I just called it “Tuesday.” Because that’s what we ‘regular folk’ call it. For us it’s just another day.
I chuckled when the newsflash went out just recently: The US has been in a recession since December 2007. How can that be? I wondered, since I’ve been recessed since Day One? Why didn’t it seem to be a big deal when I needed a bailout? More to the point: is there anyone who will bail me out? I don’t even need a ka’trillion dollars. I’ll settle for $500 and a gift card to the nearest food bank.
But let’s get back to this recession thing. Who determines when we’re recessed? Is it at least a six-person committee or simply a party of one? Do we really know these people? What schools have they attended? Was it Columbia, Yale or some correspondence course? What was their major?
I think these questions are valid. Think about it. I once had a tire changed and insisted the auto mechanic display his fully-stocked, DeWilt toolset-on-wheels AND show me his certification before I handed over my keys to my then-7-year-old Dodge Shadow.
How much more so should we investigate the person(s) who oversee(s) our finances?
Maybe it’s just me.
Or maybe it’s just Tuesday.