I started working construction at fifteen, summers and holidays, working as a iron worker and rodbuster. Kept up my grades and took advanced classes. Attempted grant and loan money when time came and was told my parents made too much. Made was the operative word, because my family’s business took it on the chin when the oil depression hit Houston in the mid 80’s and they lost just about everything. I laid out a year and continued to work full time as a rodbuster and saved every penny to put with what I had saved to that point. Entered college the next year, and immediately began working two to three jobs at a time. I delivered furniture during the day, I did repo’s nights and weekends, and bounced at the local clubs. And I did not miss a minute of the party life either. I ran low on funds and had to drop out a semester twice before I graduated. I did not bitch, I just did it.
Years after graduation I even went back to school to get my MBA. I did it while working over 60 hours a week, with one baby at home and one on the way. I saved up the money to pay for it before I went.
I have never asked shit from anyone, or taken much shit from anyone for that matter. Raised by a single mom who was a clerk at a convenience store till she remarried when I was in my teens. It never occurred to me that I was owed something or that I should be given anything other than an opportunity.
This is where I am going to loose some of my conservative friends. I always had an opportunity. If I was willing to bust my ass, someone was always more than willing to hire me and pay me well. Matter of fact, I do not recall actually going out and looking for more than one or two jobs ever. They always found me.
This, I believe, is a very big difference between the world I faced and the one today. The jobs that I did as a fifteen year old would probably bring an employer up for child endangerment charges today. Hanging off the side of a 43 story building, unhooking columns from a tower crane and only supported by a couple of double twist ties at the bottom…no way that would happen today. But twenty five to thirty years ago I was getting paid $10 to $12 an hour to do this. I used to walk into projects with nothing but a clipboard and a furniture dolly and come out with big screen TV’s and sectionals. And I got paid ten percent of original value if i did it. I made good money bouncing and got free beer as we were cleaning up. Bottom line is that even though most would not even think of doing the things I did today, I still had the opportunity to do them.
Lets take it a step further. Me and a room mate rented a little house on 225 1/2 Elm street. It was built at the turn of the century in the oldest town in Texas. It was a wood frame house elevated on blocks. It had a kitchen stove and sink tucked into the corner of a make shift living room. One bath and two bedrooms. No central heat or air. It had a single gas valve in the living room floor and an old gas heater that had to be from the thirties at least. You had to watch about kicking the hose loose and killing your self. I popped up in the attic one time and was surprised to see that it was wired with old bare copper wire that was strung using old ceramic insulators. I just grinned and went back down. I cut a deal on an ac unit that I had repoed and we were in business. I think we paid about $225 a month for this shit hole and I loved every friggin minute I lived there. I never remember a late night guest having a problem with it either.
I could buy Roman noodles 20 for a dollar and cans of Ranch style beans four for a dollar. Two packs of noodles to one can made a hell of a meal. I could find beer deals where a case of Keystone light was under $8.
I do not believe that any codes would allow the living combinations that I described today. I am not arguing if that is good or bad, it just is. Try to find rent at less than $150 a month today. Try $550. Good luck.
Yes, I will agree that most of the kids today are pussies. But I will say in the same breath that they had little choice in the matter. Between the nanny state and Heliocopter parents that hovered on the edge of their lives willing to swoop in and save little Billie or Susie from the consequences of there ever wrong action, they have learned nothing else.
Today you cannot decide for yourself if a job is too dangerous or not, the state does.
Today you cannot decide to lover your rental standards for a lower rent, the state does.
Everyone has enough bubble wrap around them that they cannot get out of there own way.
Yes, they should be in Washington, but they should be on Wall Street as well. They are just realizing the grand fucking that uncle Ben, Uncle Hank, and all the cousins prepared for them that they will be paying for for years.
And they are getting pissed.
Good for them. And as they get more pissed just maybe they will start to align their focus a little better to to deeper level of betrayal going on around them.
Truth is, I am not sure what all you other guys are watching, but I see a lot of good smart kids missed in with the stoned douche bags. Those are the ones I am rooting for. Those are the ones I want to see win.
Give them Hell kids!