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Plan B (from Outer Space)

I’ve been working as a House Arrest ankle bracelet installer for over 3 months now.  Apart from the fact that almost every one of the individuals I hook up has been convicted of 1 or more DUI’s, I actually enjoy it.  It’s not enough money to live on indefinitely, but it keeps the electricity on and the rent paid.  Plus, most weekends I get to drive around to parts of the state I haven’t been to in years (or ever).  That said, my long term plan was to become qualified to do something a bit more lucrative.  Unfortunately, all the technical training in the world is of absolutely zero value if the economy is tanked and there are no tech jobs available.

Given the results of the election, my firm belief that things are only going to get worse, and that my hopes for a more robust and vibrant economy have gone the way of the dodo, I’ve had to re-think my plan.  I’m still going to school for the IT certifications.  Who knows, I might get lucky in a year or two.  However, I believe now is the time to be proactive, so I’m on to Plan B:

Effective immediately, I’ll be hanging out at bars at closing time, trying to convince drunks that they’re OK to drive.‡

‡Obviously, I’ll be doing no such thing, but it is an excellent illustration of the concept of “moral hazard.”

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  1. The MongooseNo Gravatar | November 12, 2012 at 11:18 pm | Permalink

    I’m glad you’re enjoying the House Arrest job and getting so see more of the state. That being said I figure Plan B makes perfect sense ^^ Also, I like that you added on the ‘from outer space’ as I have actually seen and owned that movie (it was an old VHS and I think it was destroyed during one family move or another). Brings back good memories and also very vividly adds to your post. I’m seeing cardboard tombstones and paper plate flying saucers as the cheap affects put in place to make the general public go ‘oh, there’s no real problem with our economy, it’s juuuuust fine.’ -_-

  2. Rat Jr.No Gravatar | November 14, 2012 at 1:45 am | Permalink

    If only the drunks could be directed to a field where they could hit each other…

    Then again, I’ve already been called nuts today by someone I don’t know on facebook. A friend from high school really liked something I said and reposted it on her wall. Apparently her friend didn’t think my punishment for the killing of a spouse because they voted differently than you was sane. HA HA HA, the best part, that was the most mundane punishment I came up with. :)

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