Misery Loves Company and other shit clichés.

Alright, another month, another borked jobs report, pushing the "official" number to 6.5% unemployment, which is the worst in 14 years. The realisitc figure is 11.8% but hey, in today's society we seeketh lies, and they telleth accordingly. Further proof that either Wall Street is moronic and/or I don't know a god damn thing about it, the Dow went up today. I'm not sure how anyone can kid themselves into thinking good times are on the horizon as job losses have increased exponentially each month for nearly an entire year so far, but like I said, maybe I'm the idiot here. However, with this e'er-growing jobless class of society comes relief, in the form of companionship amongst the worried, broke, and hopeless. Within every gathering I've attended over the past month, across a few different groupings of folk, most have similar worries in mind even if the majority still retain employment, but nobody is jumping out the window. Most recognize what is happening and are trying not get too bogged down by debt, dismay, and despair. Instead, we can all hold hands and sing together, free songs from the public domain at least, while we wait for this ship to be righted in 2009...2010...2011...?

Anyhow, I did some grocery shopping today. Sure, at least a few times a week I walk across the street to Ye Olde Locale Markete to grab a handful of items like bread, chips, and other monosyllabic sundries, but today was the first time I've done The Shopping by myself in many years. Not that I ever considered myself one of those hopelessly idiotic single males as portrayed on television, breaking half the kitchen apart attempting to fry an egg only to end up lighting the microwave on fire, as when I lived alone for 3 years I survived on at least a moderately healthy diet of pasta, chicken, fish, frozen vegetables, scotch, and Alberto's. Today was fucking pathetic though, I had a list o' 15 things to purchase and it took me 40 minutes to finish up. In one aisle, I found olive oil. Circled around for a few minutes, returned to the same aisle for beans. Repeat said circling, found soy sauce on that same fated aisle. Jumped about like an idiot trying to remember where the tofu lives, discovered it exactly next to the other vegetarian items I had already grabbed 20 minutes prior, and once again found myself back at that same stupid aisle for a sack of brown rice. Surely I must be done with this vile specific location, I'll go to some other region for something else on my list. Nope, there's that macaroni I should have known would be 2 feet away from the gnocchi I snagged half an hour ago. Jesus! Once I finally gave up trying to find salsa within this same immediate area, because surely everything I need must be right here, and finally discovering it next to the tortilla chips that by now was gathering dust in my cart, I was on my way. What a maroon.


"Ach, I'm bad at this!"