Rough Times Ahead

I'm 23-years-old. I shouldn't be giving my 51-year-old father resume tips and job hunting advice. It's supposed to be the other way around.

Yet here we are. After working with The Star Ledger for, oh I don't know, his entire adult life -- they're screwing him over once again. This time, it's the last straw. I don't want to go into too much detail, as it's his business, not mine. But he's depressed, angry, frustrated, and afraid. When his personal life is so drastically effected (an ongoing thing with this job), it becomes my business.

My dad faces a relatively hopeless job market with experience from only one employer. It's good experience, it's managerial experience. But who wants to hire someone they have to pay a decent wage, when they can just hire somebody straight out of college, with fewer responsibilities, and willing to work for scraps? Hence the ongoing collapse of our economy.

I'll do everything I can to help. I may even move back home and start paying my parents rent, if things get really tough for them. I rather have my rent money go to my parents, so they can keep our house, instead of living in our new apartment. It sucks, but I know that's what I'd do.

Ultimately, my parents will end up selling the house -- but I'm pretty sure that was their retirement plan. They don't want to pull Brianna out of school and away from her friends -- not when she's so close to graduating.

I hope my dad is pleasantly surprised. I hope he finds a job with human hours (not 3 AM to 11 AM), better pay, weekends off, better management, and more respect for their employees. He fucking deserves it.