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Sunday, July 13, 2008

Fuck You Feds - Mortgage Bailout

U.S. plan to save Fannie and Freddie
Paulson and Bernanke proposal would give mortgage finance giants bigger line of credit with Treasury and open NY Federal Reserve lending window.


Headline from CNN...this kills me, as I understand it, when a business fails, it fails.

See that little dot on the last thing I wrote, it's called a period as in IT FAILS PERIOD.

If I can't pay my bills the "Feds" take my home, when a corporation of significant "contribution" size fails it gets bailed out by the "Feds" (insert your tax dollars)

Yes YOU and I pay for the inability to conduct business.


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So here we are, the internet and I

So here we are the internet and I.

I have a counter on this thing and see that 26 visits have occurred in the last 24 hours, all from me as I posted the last entry and checked and rechecked spelling, etc.

It makes me feel insignificant in some strange way although it shouldn't. I begin to see the problem with seeking employment on the internet or via the web.

It's a problem of volume. Sheer, unadulterated volume. A avalanche of resumes sent helter skelter into the oblivion of a automated email reply box and some poor bastard's responsibility to review later.

How do I know this? Well I had two openings under myself at my last job that I was seeking to be filled via Monster.com

The first week saw about 50 resumes per opening, which I had to review. The main problem being there are only so many hours in any given day or week to give to what frankly I considered a secondary task to my core responsibilities.

So now I am on the receiving end of this the shit train of woe, with myself as most probably the caboose. How do I differentiate myself from the pack, the herd, the undulating mass of flesh of hundreds of applicants for each position sought?

Frankly...I ask myself for each application, is this where I really want to go?

This certainly isn't what I dreamed of being as a kid. I wanted to be an astronaut.

Not some middle range management level prick, cracking the whip on lowly newbies into the IT field to drive some product for a corporation that won't be attending my funeral much less showing any actual appreciation for anything I have accomplished for their bottom line. Hell my boss would be taking credit for anything I did anyhow.

Let me rephrase, my headstone won't say..."He was a helluva of a manager."

So now I ask myself, who am I living for? The corporation or myself?


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