There are times when the tsunami hits and you wipe out. Fortunately for me, when that happens, I head to a place not likely to be hit by a tidal wave -- unless, of course, you've seen this movie -- Filthadelphia.
There's something comforting about Philly to Unemps (unemployed masses). When you ride SEPTA, the sight of so many hobos regurgitating their breakfast vodka makes you realize that you're not doing as terribly as you thought. Or the realization that you could have a job on the horse poop removal crew at Independence Mall, bringing a new perspective to crappy jobs. As my dear mother says, count your blessings.


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