My visit with my brother is coming to the end. It’s almost time for me to go back to Florida to live with my parents. Quick recap: I’ve been out of work since I left Israel 18 months ago. I had business that needed to be handled, but now it’s settled and it is time to concentrate on finding a job. Luckily, I have a professional license and a career path (Funeral Director). Starting salaries are very low in Florida; I can expect $16 an hour.
I have pre-prepared the speech I hope to deliver within eight weeks from today:
Guess what, parents? I got a job and now, according to the idols that you worship, I am instantly transformed into a worthwhile person. Paycheck equals Human Being.
According to your own rules, you can no longer demean me. That’s right. You will no longer be able to tell me what a disappointment I am… or how I have so much education, but turned out to be a janitor (as if that were something to be ashamed of). Do you not remember that our great-grandmothers took in laundry to support their families during the Great Depression? Or that Gramma Ruth gave piano lessons for ten cents an hour during the war?
What will you do with your pent-up criticism now that I have a job? Who will you abuse? How will you channel that evilness? Fair warning, anger turned inward becomes depression. If you do not find an outlet for your need to demean, you will turn on yourselves.
Oh, well, not my problem… ‘cause I got a job.
God willing, I will never actually say these nasty thoughts out loud, but I am setting myself a goal of 8 weeks. Release the resumes!