During A Dempression, You Get A Job Offer, You Take The Job

I know I’m supposed to read this and feel sorry for this smart 24 year old waiting for the perfect opportunity, but I don’t. From the New York Times:

Over the last five months, only one job materialized. After several interviews, the Hanover Insurance Group in nearby Worcester offered to hire him as an associate claims adjuster, at $40,000 a year. But even before the formal offer, Mr. Nicholson had decided not to take the job.

Rather than waste early years in dead-end work, he reasoned, he would hold out for a corporate position that would draw on his college training and put him, as he sees it, on the bottom rungs of a career ladder.

“The conversation I’m going to have with my parents now that I’ve turned down this job is more of a concern to me than turning down the job,” he said.

He was braced for the conversation with his father in particular. While Scott Nicholson viewed the Hanover job as likely to stunt his career, David Nicholson, 57, accustomed to better times and easier mobility, viewed it as an opportunity. Once in the door, the father has insisted to his son, opportunities will present themselves – as they did in the father’s rise over 35 years to general manager of a manufacturing company.

Here’s where I’m going to sound like an old person, but here goes. When I graduated from college in the early 1990s, the economy was bad. Slow. I needed to work because I needed to live because I was not moving back in with my parents because I had pride.

I took a temp job making $6/hour. And then, I got hired by the company because I worked my ass off. And then, I got hired by another company because people at Company #1 knew people at Company #2 and thought I would be good. I got paid more. And I continued to get raises.

Now, I knew that these jobs weren’t my “caliber”. But you know what was my caliber? Eating. And being able to look myself in the mirror.

I got married. Lived in a rat hole. I ate mac-n-cheese. My mattress, after it was on the ground, was on a platform of boxes. And in my free time, I read, watched softball, and had a good life. I didn’t know I was poor. I was on my own. Making it.

Kids these days.

What do you mean you won’t take a job making $40,000? That’s plenty of money for a single person. I’ve lived on $24K/year gross and supported a premature baby and bought a house. That was thirteen years ago.

I do not understand people who claim that America is not a land of opportunity. This guy had a $40,000 opportunity to get his career moving. Maybe it wasn’t the direction or how he thought it would be, but guess what? That’s life. And life sometimes leads you where you never dream of going.

What unmitigated gall, to sit, and feel sorry for oneself and to mooch of one’s parents in search of perfection at the ripe old age of 24. That sort of character flaw will do this young man more harm and interfere with his job hopes more than anything else.

I wouldn’t hire him. Period. Whiny. Self-indulgent. Sure, he’s sending out copious amounts of resumés and letters, but anyone with a shred of experience knows that it’s easier to get a job once you have a job. And nothing is permanent. Get the job and keep looking.

Or stay at home and have the tough conversation with mom and dad. I hope his parents kick his rear out.

What a cushy place America has become. Too cushy. Too kind. Too easy. It’s hurting society to have such indulged babies demanding life on their terms rather than being resilient, resourceful people able to adjust to difficulties and find opportunities in strange, unexpected places.

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