no full time employees needed anymore
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edward w pritchard
No full time employees needed anymore. Employers have to be brutally self interested to survive. Especially if they run a small shop, the kind that is supposed to create all the jobs.They have to stay at arms length from their employees in these times of uncertainty caused by government interference in the economy and wholesale changes in the American way of life.
Expectations of people looking for work haven't adjusted to sea changes in the work-world. We want paternalism at work, we want to be on the team, we want to be special. What a person does at work is a large part of who they are.
It's difficult to change your expectations about a situation. Some would rather sink than adjust. At what point will everyone be effected if many people will not adjust to changes in the employment relationship between employer and employee especially significant to society with small businesses employing ten people or less. How to adapt?
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Unemployment; no talent no tap dance
Unemployment; no talent no tap dance
fiction
edward w pritchard
No talent, no tap dance; I had to slide and shuffle down the ramp near Kline's bar at the after party following graduation. I had just became a certified barber here in Juxston, fifty miles to the East of Louisville, Ohio. I felt a fraud because I just couldn't seem to get the knack of cutting hair.
Five years later I was a bulldozer and heavy equipment operator in Canton, Ohio. Hubener trucking company, I got to take my 25 ton truck home after my shift; my landlord Mr. Owens didn't much like that but he was glad to get the rent paid on time for a few months. I hit the corner of Little Drop coffee shop with the back hoe, sacked again. Darn shootin, it's hard to make an honest living with no God given talent.
I remember exactly to the day when my employment problems started. Napoleon's French army was about to enter Moscow. We Russians were leaving the City without a fight. Just like that on September 1st, or second I think, 1812, all us inmates of the madhouse there in Moscow were turned out. Just like that, to protect us from the French armies, I guess. But what was I to do, I had no talents, no God given skills, and along with others I was thought crazy because of it. Should I flee Moscow or wait for the benevolence of the French. I decided to go, Napoleon would be in a foul mood that we had not officially surrendered the City to his Magesty. Then what direction should I go, toward St. Petersberg, to find friends and allies or along the Smolensk road where Napoleon's grand armee had come from after conquering most of Russia.
Well I escaped Napoleon's army but how shall I support myself now. Here in Central Ohio. I've lost my Barber's license, what's to come of me. No talent no tap dance I suppose.
fiction
edward w pritchard
No talent, no tap dance; I had to slide and shuffle down the ramp near Kline's bar at the after party following graduation. I had just became a certified barber here in Juxston, fifty miles to the East of Louisville, Ohio. I felt a fraud because I just couldn't seem to get the knack of cutting hair.
Five years later I was a bulldozer and heavy equipment operator in Canton, Ohio. Hubener trucking company, I got to take my 25 ton truck home after my shift; my landlord Mr. Owens didn't much like that but he was glad to get the rent paid on time for a few months. I hit the corner of Little Drop coffee shop with the back hoe, sacked again. Darn shootin, it's hard to make an honest living with no God given talent.
I remember exactly to the day when my employment problems started. Napoleon's French army was about to enter Moscow. We Russians were leaving the City without a fight. Just like that on September 1st, or second I think, 1812, all us inmates of the madhouse there in Moscow were turned out. Just like that, to protect us from the French armies, I guess. But what was I to do, I had no talents, no God given skills, and along with others I was thought crazy because of it. Should I flee Moscow or wait for the benevolence of the French. I decided to go, Napoleon would be in a foul mood that we had not officially surrendered the City to his Magesty. Then what direction should I go, toward St. Petersberg, to find friends and allies or along the Smolensk road where Napoleon's grand armee had come from after conquering most of Russia.
Well I escaped Napoleon's army but how shall I support myself now. Here in Central Ohio. I've lost my Barber's license, what's to come of me. No talent no tap dance I suppose.
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