
Hello Folks, Fans and Freaks!
It’s your friendly neighborhood Doctor Jay comin atchoo… (Bless you) with another great venting! Today’s story was inspired by Doctor Seuse and the fact that there are no decent paying jobs on the East Coast anymore…
Here for your reading pleasure,
Oh Where are the Jobs?…
The jobs the jobs, oh where are the jobs?
Is that a job that I can have? Or is that a job thats made for snobs?
The jobs, the jobs, oh where are they hiding?
Are they on the ground? On the roof? Or are they inside the siding?
The walls of buildings busily buzzing… bzzzz…
with little bees working tending their loving – Jobs, jobs,
Oh where is MY love? For I cannot find one thing left to shove,
one thing left to lift or one thing left to carry,
the times they are tough, but lets not get weary.
A salary? Great! Maybe I’ll have two! But wait, there’s none left,
none left after you.
You all have a job, and you all have the pays,
let’s not talk about those who are getting a raise!
For each day that passes, I’m further in debts!
It costs 27 dollars each day just to exist!
But wait! What’s that!? It’s hope on the horizon!
Those ships need a building! Oh no! They’re disguising,
the reasons for raising our fees and food costs!
We just cant afford to keep living these losses…
With bosses and managers and keys and windows,
I just cannot find them, and colder the snow flows.
It falls from the sky, a constant reminder:
keep warm, keep cuddled with your friends who have sauntered
and found out their place, because they may help you to win back the
race!
These people are there, and network you must!
Or else you may end up, another pile of dust!
The winds they are strong and they’ll blow you away,
just the like the jobs that pay a LIVING WAGE!
For I must find at LEAST $200 per week,
just to scrape by, a living meager and meek.
Those who aren’t “looking” think its easy as pie,
yet they haven’t looked, since nineteen sixty nine!
The times they have changed all my elderly friends,
and now its not WHAT you know, but WHO, that depends,
on whether or not you’ll get a toe in that door,
let alone the whole foot, it’s up to you to shove more!
So we push and we push, and we fight like a feud.
“Well you’re out to take from MY plate all the food!”
is the new way that all of our neighbors are viewed.
What once was a friendly competition for most,
is now an animalistic battle for those-
left in the dark, and they’re left all behind,
because of a job, that they could not find.
Jobs, jobs, oh where are the jobs?
Are they here? Are they there?
I must be loosing my mind!
For each day that passes, the debts they increase,
till our stomachs explode with ulcers and disease.
And the hospitals love us, they want us to fail!
They love to have something to do with the frail,
the weak and the meager, the old and the grey,
oh jobs, oh jobs… won’t you come back today?
But never lose hope because it’s all that we have!
And once we lose hope, we’ll only get sad.
Depression, it sucks! So keep it away!
And write out a rhyme about jobs for today!
Jobs, jobs, oh where are the jobs?
I hope they come back to us
before we go “wrong”.
And “wrong” we may go and steal from the rich,
to fill up our bellies, as we live in the ditch.
Is it fair to exist with a ditch for a home?
No, it’s not fair, and soon I may know,
of a better place to live, and maybe a new climate,
cause I will have to leave, if the job, I can’t find it.
By Dr.Jay Cole
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I moved to Halifax on October 15th 2011 and began my search for this evasive creature called a “JOB” and it has eluded me with each attempt at capturing it!
Since October I have had only THREE interviews, and I have failed all of them. The competition is steep. I have never once in my life failed an interview and have been told that I should take it as a humbling experience. This statement made my blood boil as there is nothing humble about not having money for food and rent. It is currently January 23rd, and “The Man” will soon be knocking, (The rent man, the food man, the power man, the internet man, etc..) and so it appears that my Halifax days may be numbered.
However…
I cannot afford to change my current living situation to a cheaper arrangement due to a lack of backup-savings. My bills are totaling a bare minimum of $200/week just to scrape by; this includes rent, medicine and food only.
And so, I have decided to start looking for lower paying jobs in an attempt to maybe have enough for food, and hope the landlord can wait.
Yesterday, on a Sunday mind you, I attended a job fair. The event had only been running for an hour by the time I arrived and there were already FORTY people ahead of me, while another TWENTY people came in after me, and who knows how many after that? What job was this for? To work minimum wage at Pizza Delight for Part Time Hours.
When I see over 60 people applying for the same shitty job, on a Sunday, my heart sinks into my stomach and the acids start to burn it up.
This is cray-cray people, as I currently hold a doctorate in Metaphysics from the ULC, California and also hold a 2 year degree in Graphic Design/Media and marketing studies from NBCC, Woodstock. I am a musician, I am a writer, I am a fine artist, a photoshop guru, and an illustrator creator. I have audio engineer skills in both recording and mastering. And yet with the plethora of talent that seeps from my pores, it does not add up to enough $$ to get by.
I recently met a fellow from India who worked there and saved up to leave and come attend school here in Halifax. He lamented that “When your city or your environment doesn’t respect you for the talent you bring, that means it is time to leave. If your country doesn’t respect you or want to help you, it is time to leave”
A dreary end to the weekly rant,
apologies go out to all of my fans,
to all of the folks, and all of the freaks,
Lets hope that better news follows next week!
Dr.Jay Cole