I heard about shirts that said that.
I felt as a public service announcement, I should share something I just recently learned: you can buy Layoff Insurance. For real. For a small price, you can ensure a monthly income after you get the heave ho. I like this idea. And no matter what the media is telling us about recession trajectories or probable outcomes, the redundancies are far, far from over. See, I am actually an expert. You didn’t know that. And that’s why, as usual, you are better off for spending 10 seconds reading this blog.
For the New York readers, help a sister out and head to Landmarc in Tribeca to eat. My friend Nikki is a server there- one of her 17 current jobs despite being a qualified immigration attorney. It’s tough times for lawyers looking for employment. Nikki is in her 30s, attended a prestigious American university, graduated from law school, passed the NY York Bar Exam, works with agencies promoting international human rights through athletics and stringent drug testing for Olympians and is often asked to speak and attend conferences around the world. None of this prevents her 22 year-old restaurant manager from admonishing her for putting the salt and pepper backwards on the tables. Which, I mean, to be fair is very important. I hate when my salt and pepper is askew. And I am fully supportive of people harboring grandiose and delusional notions of authority. I think the manager should even dock Nikki’s $1.62/hour pay for her serious transgression. I’m looking into it. In the meantime, go eat there, tip Nikki well and then throw a salt shaker at her face. She has not been humbled enough this year.