Addendum Issue 102

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 · 25 Apr 2019

  

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     #102 : Tuesday 26 August 2003 : http://addendumtextfiles.org 
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	 Unemployment, by Steak 
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It’s Christmas eve, the fire is in the grate, burning like some kind 
of maniacal pyromaniac, the presents are all stacked neatly under the 
tree, illuminated mostly by the fait magical glow that only Christmas 
tree lights can eve shine. 

There is a small family gathering around the tree, the children are 
excited of the prospect that Santa will be flying down the chimney 
tonight. Images of the jolly red guy preparing his reindeer and sleigh 
in the North Pole to deliver presents to all the children of the world 
float though their young immature minds. 

Now although that scene may be reminiscent of many similar scenarios 
played out around the world in many different home in countless 
numbers of countries but this particular memory is from my own 
personal childhood. 

On this night I ask my mother a very simple question that I am sure 
all people have asked at one point in their life "Why can’t Christmas 
come everyday?" I think that was a healthy question to ask when I was 
wondering what made that particular day so special. No I never bought 
that Birth of Jesus stuff, shepherds watching their flocks by night in 
winter? Yeah I don’t think so either. 

The answer I eventually received was that if Christmas came everyday 
then soon after a while I’d get bored of it. At the time I couldn’t 
fathom that, how could I ever get bored of getting free presents? If 
the option came along to have them everyday I would have been the 
luckiest kid alive. It would have been impossible not to want that, 
wouldn’t it? 

Well now I’ve grown up, I know Santa doesn’t exist and I know my 
parents always bought me my presents. I’m not bitter about it because 
I realise that Christmas is really only for children. Just like almost 
every other single ‘magical’ thing that has been destroyed by that 
horrible thing called maturation. 

Anyway, as adults we don’t have Christmas to look forward to, we just 
get weekends, and we wait with bated breath as the idea of lie-ins and 
long sunny days with nothing to do stagnate in our minds- only to 
become ultimately shot down in a torrent of anti climax. 

So naturally we wonder (like the kids at Christmas) how cool it would 
be if the weekends came every day. 

And then one day you get fired, or you leave your job or something and 
your wish comes true. You wake up the next day at least safe in the 
knowledge that you have days and days ahead of you with nothing to do. 
Inevitably these free weekends start building up until you are now 
used to getting up when you feel like, drinking coffee and spending 
the day listing to music. 

What is the point of this article? To let you all know that 
unemployment is extremely addictive, especially when you aren’t 
completely broke. You loose sight of the fact that days spent at home 
with nothing to do aren’t meant for every day and you get lazy. 

I tend to just sit around and listen to music a lot. That’s also the 
problem, there is only so much you can write about siting around and 
listening to music, and most of what you can write is boring and 
doesn’t make for good reading. That is of course not implying that 
this article is any better, it is after all derived from the only 
inspiration I have been able to find in the last few weeks. 

I think I am coming close now to physically running out of ideas for 
what to write. I even went as far as to place a tape recorder in a 
prominent position in my home ready to record any and all thoughts 
that I may or may not have at any moment. It’s a nice idea but 
unfortunately all that’s on there at he moment is just some vague 
rambling about allusions to night 

So people, get a job, keep a job, and work hard at it, make money, 
realise how stupid the people in the world can be and then tell 
everyone else, either verbally or literally. Because you’ll run out of 
ideas and leave all the people that you love out in the cold with no 
thoughts to plagiarize. 

Not that you would do that. 

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