Someone Hired Me?

With regards to the lack of content, recently:

I'm busy. I've got a new job (sort of) that I'm working on, and so far as I can tell, the only good point in it's favor is that I'll get to (legally) fleece Senior Citizens -- the second biggest community of mollycoddled crybabies in the United States (Baby Boomers come in first).

I've said it before on this page, and I'll say it again:

If you've outlived the money you put into Social Security, your savings, and your economic usefulness, then do us all a favor and have the good taste to finally shuffle off this mortal coil.

Unfortunately, I can't help them do so without prison time, and let's face it: it's not worth third-rate bologna sandwiches and toilet wine just to have the opportunity. besides, that's someone's grandmother, even if that someone only tends to regard grandma as a substitute for her lost house cat. But, I will be helping them to prepare for that day when the Grim Reaper finally gets off his big, fat, probably-Unionized ass, and starts knocking off the so-called Greatest Generation and their demon spawn, the Baby Boomers, in the millions.

That would mean lower taxes, more hospital beds, fewer auto accidents, and cheaper housing for everyone, you know, so the mass extinction of otherwise-useless humanity  has benefits for greater society that extend far beyond what one might think when they first hear the idea.

Be that as it may...

One of the hallmarks of the 'new' economy under President Never-Met-a-Vacation-He-Wouldn't-Take-if-someone-else-paid-for-it is that there are, indeed, jobs available, but they are, alas, the sort that few people not desperate for a steady diet of Ramen Noodles would take. In the last few weeks of job hunting, I've found that sales positions abound.

Which sucks, since I'm a qualified Computer Programmer and Systems Analyst. All those jobs went to China and India, because somehow that was good for the American Consumer.

But about those sales positions; they're not what you think they might be. They're mostly commission-only jobs, which means you could spend all day peddling someone's products, and not get paid for it if you don't make a sale. In other words, no one is hiring permanent, salaried employees, because that means:

a. Having to pay for benefits, and
b. Having to deal with the jungle of Federal Red tape.

So, anyone with a job to fill seems perfectly content to hire 'contract' employees, or as the vernacular currently in use puts it 'independent contractors'. It's a nice, neat little trick your typical Fortune 500 is using these days so as to not have to deal with ObamaCare, Frank-Dodd, and about 5-bazillion pages worth of Federal crapspeak disguised as 'regulations'.

Anyways, it's not a bad gig, provided I can get over my desire to see anyone over the age of 60 given the plastic soda bottle treatment; i.e. they're either buried under tons of earth and garbage in a landfill, or recycled into patio furniture. For every sale I make I get somewhere in the neighborhood of several hundred buckaroos, and it should be easy to make some decent sales every week dealing with people who have both one foot in the grave and fond memories of the days (assuming they don't have Alzheimer's) when everything from a loaf of bread to a kidney transplant only cost a nickle.

Stay tuned.