Today's entry is dedicated to my freshly
out-of-work Andrea
OK.
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LUDIC LOG
10.01.2004
Hey, pal, I know you. I know you've been walking around this
bookstore, right here in the business section. I bet you got
dressed up in your best work clothes to make people think that you're
here on your lunch hour instead of wandering around out of a job.
You've even got a copy of Vogue
or Sports Illustrated in
front of the employment manual you've been reading. You may be
fooling everyone else, but you're not fooling me. I wrote this
book just for you, loser.
That's right: I said it. You're a loser. But here's
the point: you're not as much
of a loser as you could be. You've been wasting your
precious time hanging around in bookstores reading books on how to get
a job, how to keep a job, how to get a raise. You've been squandering the precious gift of
joblessness! But I can't blame you. You've been
taught all your life how important it is to have a job, so that you
can't get the most out of your unemployment. Well, that's what
I'm here to change.
I'm Thom Brentford, author of Thom
Brentford's The Compleat Loafer, Thom Brentford's Maximizing Your Laziness,
and the book you're holding in your hands right now,
Thom Brentford's Ultimate
Unemployment. And I want to ask you a question. If
you don't have a job, how come all you do all day is work?
You get up first thing in the morning, fax a bunch of stuff, make phone
calls and take phone calls, run all around the city, have meetings with
people in suits, obsessively check your e-mail, revise paperwork dozens
of times a day, and comb through the paper and scour the internet --
and no one's even paying you to do it! You did more slacking off
back when you had a job, and then, there was a fresh paycheck waiting
at the end of each week. What's your excuse now? It's time
to quit bringing yourself down with depressing questions like "How am I
going to feed my family?" and "What am I doing with my life?" and "Will
I be able to pay the rent this month?", and start lifting yourself up
with energizing inquiries like "What beer goes best with Cap'n Crunch?"
and "Is it really possible to literally stay in bed all day?" and
"What's on The Aviation Channel at 3:00 AM?"
We all know the common view of the unemployed person. He wakes up
at two o'clock in the afternoon, only gets up to go to the bathroom,
watches talk shows and Eastern European tennis tournaments on the
digital cable box he can't afford to pay for, eats cookie dough
straight out of the tube, and goes to sleep only when he runs out of
drugstore gin. Sure, that's just a stereotype; not everyone lives
like that. Like you, for example. So what's your
problem? Why aren't you living the American Dream? Now that
you've finally got all the free time you wanted, why aren't you
spending it swilling cheap coffee from the photocopy shop, finally
getting around to reading those old copies of Field and Stream your neighbors
threw out, and going down to the wig store to see if Juanita is working
today? Maybe you just don't know about the vast world of
opportunity unemployment opens up. Maybe you've been working for
so long, you think that it's a natural way to live. Maybe you
just need some help. Well, partner, help is what I'm here to
give.
With the Thom Brentford Unemployment Experience Program in place,
you'll learn all the things you'll need to super-size your
joblessness: I'll teach you how to falsify records with the
Department of Economic Security. I'll teach you how to file
nuisance lawsuits. I'll teach you how to cover your doors and
windows to keep out light and noise to accomodate your new 6AM-2PM
sleep schedule. I'll teach you what hospitals, vehicle impound
lots and bus stations have the best and least expensive vending
machines. I'll teach you how to claim to be a grad student, a
freelancer or a band member, and plenty of other occupations that will
allow you to have no income and still get dates. I'll teach you
the best free weekly newspapers to read and the best cable stations to
watch for hours at a time. I'll teach you all the best and most
effective excuses to tell your landlord, credit card company, or
utility. I'll teach you about public parks, coffee shops, and
off-track betting parlors, as well as dozens of terrific
unemployed-people hotspots. I'll teach you how to make delicious
and nutritious meals out of capers, discarded pizza boxes, and things
you can buy in gas stations. And most importantly, I'll introduce
you to your three new best friends: PlayStation, marijuana and
the Thom Brentford Couch - Comforter - Pillow Integration System.
Why should you pick up my book? Because I haven't had a job in
twenty-three years. I was laid off from my job at the Sunshine
Biscuit Company in 1981, and I've spent every single minute of my
waking life (that's as many as ten hours a day sometimes) perfecting
these vital techniques. Aside from writing these three books --
and if three lousy books in a quarter-century doesn't persuade you that
I know how to laze around, nothing will -- I haven't done a blessed
thing since the first Reagan administration. I've been on the
dole longer than many people just becoming unemployed for the first
time have been alive. I have been named American Goldbrick's Man of the
Year a record-breaking six times. Am I going to bust my butt to
help you get a job? Of course not! That's why you need to
pick up my book.
So embrace life. Embrace unemployment. Loosen your tie,
take off those uncomfortable shoes, and buy Thom Brentford's Ultimate Unemployment.
Go home and get back in bed, for God's sake -- it's only 11:15AM.
And would it kill you to stop by the liquor store on the way home?
TODAY'S DRIFTWOOD: "The only difference between lilies and turds is
whatever difference humans have agreed upon, and I don't always agree."
(George Carlin)