An irony of the depressed economy: Roughly 9% of people in the US don’t have a job … and they comprise a group whose complaints about being out of work rank at the top of most survey concerns about our country.
However, one of the common complaints from people who have work is how they hate their jobs.
So I don't understand why the ones with jobs speed on the freeway, pass on curves, cut in and out of traffic and, in general, make a NASCAR-like race out of driving to work every morning.
So I don't understand why the ones with jobs speed on the freeway, pass on curves, cut in and out of traffic and, in general, make a NASCAR-like race out of driving to work every morning.
Reminds me of the poem (I would post an attribution, but can’t find one):
As a rule
Man’s a fool:
When it’s hot
He wants it cool.
When it’s cool
He wants it hot.
What it is
He wants it not.
