February 07, 2008
Get a goddamned job
Originally published December 20, 2003
I learned three talents in my life that guarantee me a job anywhere I travel in this country. I won't make a lot of money performing those tasks, and my paycheck might not meet "living wage" standards of some Democrat assholes, but I can find a job if I want one. I won't starve to death.
I am a good short-order cook. I worked my way through college flipping hamburgers. I can tend bar. I did that job when I didn't have a musical gig lined up for a month or so. I can operate a cash register and make it balance at the end of my shift. I never stole from an employer.
Tell me that I can't find a fucking job SOMEWHERE if I want one.
What you will NOT see me doing, even if I was stone-assed broke and sleeping in a cardboard box, is standing by the side of the road and holding up a WILL WORK FOR FOOD sign. BULLSHIT!
If that sign melts your heart, you need a transplant.
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