I Had A Job, I Had A Girl…
Unrelated Sidenote:
The book of Job in the bible is my favorite book. I read the bible on my own, and apart of my course study while studying Philosophy. I was not raised religiously.
In the Old Testament God was pretty pissed at motherfuckers not taking him seriously. So much so that he made a bet with Satan. Satan’s bet was that his most faithful servant would only love him (God) if good things happened to him (Job).
If bad things happened to him he would forsake God’s name because, Satan believed, God is simply an insurance policy for people. Believe in him and good stuff happens, don’t believe and bad or medium stuff happens.
Ok.
So God kills off Job’s family. Makes him lose all of his money. His wife leaves. For a bet mind you. Job finds himself face down in a pig pen, penniless and miserable looking at the storming sky.
Rather than forsaking God he accepts God’s will.
“He Hath Tried Me; I shall come forth as gold” Job Says.
“Behold my servant Job” God says.
The upshot is if you’re a good person God will torture you if he feels like it, or receives a “hot bet”. Good to know that God is some gambler that wears a green visor and hangs out in the Sports Book at casinos with a race sheet under his arm.
Which leads us to a quote from the good book, which is both thought-provoking and I guess supposed to be rhetorical:
If God is for us, who can be against us? Romans 8:31
Read on. Read on.
Every0ne I know is looking for a new job to escape the recession.
Every conversation I have starts with “How are you?”
This is my own fault because i’m really terrible at chit-chat and maintaining friendships and I sort of just run tapes most of the time.
For some reason though everyone in their late 20’s thinks you’re asking about their job.
My friend who works at Dreamworks said:
“I am ok, I get paid a lot to do not much”
I talked to another friend who said
“Im good. Enjoying life after xxxxxxx (company we both worked at).
Ive also decided not to participate in this recession. And we’ve thrown winter away too and decided to celebrate summer in January… Couldn’t be better.”
What a lovely answer.
I’ve been giving a lot of thought to moving somewhere where I can afford a giant house and a pool and nearby places to go fishing and a garage to do experiments and projects and stuff.
The catch 22 is that I can only earn the income I do in a big city, unless i’m able to telecommute or consult full-time. I’m not sure if the math works out. Can a guy who works in management in tech find a job in medium sized market?
I need some feedback from my regulars. I know you guys exist.
Please tell me your age, approx income, job title and what area you live in.
Tell me your happiness quotient on a scale of 1-10. Be honest. I’m not looking for a certain answer I just want to know if my notions of living outside of a city are warranted.
The other thing, like the title of this post suggests, is that the worst thing is I think if I moved out in the sticks the women would be ugly. I wonder if that’s something I couldn’t handle, being sorta poor and surrounded by ugly women.
Ugly women are God’s punishment. Having to get a job is God’s punishment to escape ugly women. But all women will become ugly in either looks or attitude. You are Job.
Discuss.
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Madison is tight. College campus, small city trying to be big, liberal as fuck (I overlook that at all times), a good combo as far as I’m concerned.
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after hearing this bland song, I strongly suggest that you listen to:
1.)Whiskey and Wine by Matt Costa
2.)Rodney Dangerfield’s stand up act
3.)She’s Only Happy in the Sun by Ben Harper
now that that’s that, I am Job (accordingly, as you have appropriately aforementioned, and I alliterate/appropriate anecdotally). I get fucked around in life, as does eveyone.
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still with me?
cool. I just felt like throwing that out there and sounding smart.
anyways, back to Job.
So this guy is tested by God. first of all, let’s stop thinking about God as Santa Claus. He is, by nature and virtue, completely powerful and has no need of us nor our contributions (See JOB when he [or Elihu, can't recall] says “look at the sky. if a man is good, how does that effect god? if he is evil, how does it effect god? no, it only effects a man such as himself.”
wow, shit me that’s brilliant.
so god doesn’t need us.)
go figure.
So what is his role as it pertains to us?
according to the torah, he is THE morally excellent creator of us all, with super high standards and the sole power to judge right and wrong. he also sees himself (rightfully so) as the King (a concept foreign and malignant to us since the advent of “democracy”). he runs a reward system for helping the poor (”lending to god” – see proverbs), looking out for one another (see Deuteronomy about building walls around your roofs and the most important commandments), and honoring the King. the thing that PISSES HIM OFF the most is people dissing the king (see Genesis and what happened to Sodom and Gomorrah, or what he wanted done to the amalekites)…
so if he wants to test his subjects for loyalty and show off in front of his enemy, I would assume that this would be HIS prerogative (ass = you me).
accordingly so, kings have done this for millenia in the form of “champions” and “heroes” and more or less recently, “olympians”. the difference in this form and god’s is between physical and moral competitions.
so, God just whips around his subjects?
only to show their inside parts off and piss off his enemies.
AND, if I remember correctly, Job got back twice as much as he had before.
from a philosophical standpoint, taking the moral highroad and playing the devil’s advocate’s antagonist,
-C. M.
excellent. whoa.
I agree, good job Madres.