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Further proof that our entire country, top to bottom, is run by people way too fucking old to be allowed to make any goddamn decisions.
As a writer and artist I was like 'it's a damned shame someone put all this effort into recycling'
But I also know that museum has an ungodly endowment and pays its marketing staff 1990s salaries, so fuck 'em
 
As a writer and artist I was like 'it's a damned shame someone put all this effort into recycling'
But I also know that museum has an ungodly endowment and pays its marketing staff 1990s salaries, so fuck 'em
Literally anyone younger than 65 could take one look at that and say 'it's not 1986 anymore, people don't go sit down at their kitchen table and meticulously go through all of their mail. These go right in the fucking trash, stop wasting money.'
 
I had heard, although this was a few years back, that mailers were money well spent when targeting retirees for political campaigns.
 
I had heard, although this was a few years back, that mailers were money well spent when targeting retirees for political campaigns.
I think door-knockers and cold calls have replaced this, as the new line of thinking is that most retirees are lonely and actual human contact is a really easy way to sway them. Which is, you know, disgustingly cynical. But here we are.
I remember reading some study somewhere that Republican strategists, specifically, are well aware that many right-leaning older people are feeling lonely and rejected as younger family won't speak to them, and are actively targeting that age group with door knockers and callers, hoping to grab up on that 'here's a younger person that WILL take to you' excitement.
 
I think door-knockers and cold calls have replaced this, as the new line of thinking is that most retirees are lonely and actual human contact is a really easy way to sway them. Which is, you know, disgustingly cynical. But here are.
I desperately needed to be able to say I had a “real” job (beyond acting, long story) in 2012 and I took a sales position at AFLAC. The *entire* job was that shit, and it made me feel so disgusting that I stopped doing it entirely and just paid the “office fees” to the guy at the top of the local AFLAC pyramid until I could get a more-real real job.

Fucking awful.
 
I desperately needed to be able to say I had a “real” job (beyond acting, long story) in 2012 and I took a sales position at AFLAC. The *entire* job was that shit, and it made me feel so disgusting that I stopped doing it entirely and just paid the “office fees” to the guy at the top of the local AFLAC pyramid until I could get a more-real real job.

Fucking awful.
I actually led a walkout from a cattle call job application at AFLAC (they'd lied and made it sound like a job interview and there were 25 of us crammed into a fishbowl-style conference room when I got there). To this day I wish I stole that fucking duck statue as I stormed out.
 
I actually led a walkout from a cattle call job application at AFLAC (they'd lied and made it sound like a job interview and there were 25 of us crammed into a fishbowl-style conference room when I got there). To this day I wish I stole that fucking duck statue as I stormed out.
I commend you, sir.

To be clear: I had zero illusions that AFLAC wasn’t a total pyramid-scheme scam. If I didn’t desperately need to check that “real job” box at the time, I’d have run out of there. Ironically, it’s the least “real” job I ever had.
 
I'm over 65 and have been retired for a little over a year now. I'm very happy to say loneliness and isolation are not a problem. Just the opposite in fact. After I met Lory and we became a couple I pretty much get together with her whole family and most of the Kumeyaay tribe quite often. It's been great and I love it.

But definitely it has to be hard on elderly people who lost their spouse and have problems getting around. The only advice I can give people is try not to lose your mobility. Take a walk for a mile or two everyday and eat right. That helps quite a bit.
 
I once shared an office with a buddy that would riff with me all day and an older woman with hearing aids. When we came in each morning the first thing she did was turn down her hearing aids.
 
My nephew has cochlear implants. He was mad at his mom one day and just went into his room, locked the door, and took his implants off. Spent the next 6 hours just reading quietly.
Goals.
 
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