In 1970, I graduated with a degree in electrical engineering and went to work in the aerospace industry. Three months into the job, I was laid off when the government cutout 100,000 jobs to spend the money on...wait for it...unemployment benefits!
I came home with my tail between my legs, to find that my beloved step-Grandfather, who started in a bank as a teller and retired at the age of 65 as the president of the bank, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, one year into his well-earned retirement.
The last time I saw him, he shook my hand, held on with both hands and said, “If you can’t work for $2 a day, work for a $1 a day!”
Too many of today’s snowflakes are looking for a “position”, after receiving university credentials in totally worthless studies. The only “position” that mindset earns is both feet and your head buried in the sand...as a bicycle rack!
I lost my Step-Dad to Pancreatic Cancer this year. It sucks.
Your Grandpa had good advice, that’s for sure!
My Grandpa was a young man with a family during The Great Depression. He was always very proud of the fact that he WORKED all through the Depression. He swept streets, cut wood, worked in a bakery, delivered newspapers, butchered, did anything anyone needed.
He NEVER cut my Dad or us Grand Daughters ANY slack; the first thing he’d always ask us is, ‘What jobs do you have right now?’
I’ve always been a, ‘Multiple Streams of Income’ kind of gal, thanks to him! :)