An Experiment, working for a living

Is it just me or has the new generation of young adults taken on an attitude of self entitlement?

I have spent the past few weeks looking at job pages. There seems to be thousands of jobs out there. Now don't get me wrong these jobs are just that jobs not dream careers.

I started thinking about America jobless because I have been taking coffee and cookies down to Seattle's Occupy headquarters. I have been shocked at how many young people are there. I was talking to a young girl yesterday and she actually told me," I am tired of working crap jobs!" She told me she collects food stamps for her and her baby and she lives with friends.

As a parent I understand the need to care for ones offspring but when I see over 300,000 jobs listed on job sites I have to wonder if the unemployment rate is so high because our children are just spoiled rotten?

I was told by another occupy protester that you had to know someone to get a job.So I decided to come home and do a little experiment.
Last week I made my self a gmail account under an alias. Then I made a simple resume with no work experience and typed up a cover letter with the skills a high school student has. I applied for a dozen jobs and so far I have been offered interviews for 8 of them. The hours might might not be perfect the work my not be as fun as playing rock band but work is just that work! These jobs pay between $1500-3500 a month they do not require a degree!

In my search I have found that pretty much every cell phone company has at least 4-8 job openings.
yes, you might have to deal with some grumpy customers,but, hey dealing with grumpy people is a good life skill to have!

I recently told my own offspring, "They can't hire you if you don't apply for the job!" What is the worst thing that can happen? Well they can say no, so you move on to the next place.

On a personal note 18 years ago my husband was job hunting he applied for a position and got the thanks but no thanks letter. He applied again with a new resume changing some key words and adding a new cover letter and eh got the job. Moral of the story:
Sometimes we need to fail so that we can succeed! Don't be afraid to put yourself out there.

A Candy Apple Army Experience

My first duty station was at Walter Reed Army Medical Center which was considered the candy apple army. I was supposed to go to Korea first but that is another story for another time. My job in the finance office was pretty easy so I got permission to get a part time job as a bartender in the NCO / Officer’s club.
One Friday afternoon I was stocking the cooler preparing for boss 's night, when I turned to help a polite soldier who had come in for a drink. As I turned to help him I about came out of my own skin.
This soldier has been hit by a scud missile, from the elbows down he had no arms, his face was more terrifying than any Hollywood horror movie monster, skim melted off, he had no legs. He used his elbows and mouth to open out a small coin purse and asked me to count out enough for a beer.

Living on base at WRAMC had its plus points, our mess hall was the hospital cafeteria, and being the hospital in DC the food was pretty good so I ate there most the time. What I remember most about being at WRAMC was the people I would meet at the hospital, in the cafeteria, elevators and in the hospital smoking areas. I spent hours visiting people in their rooms and sneaking then up booze in mouth wash bottles. (It was one of those sneaking booze into the hospital when Peter saw me for the first time).

Now back to that young soldier that lost both arms facial skin and his legs. He was only 19, to young to have a drink. He showed me his exit papers he was only getting 30% disability! I served him a drink anyway, it was on the house!