"Where's my bailout?" said Cranky Boss Lady to the (long-suffering and insanely underpaid) Masked Mom for the millionth time.
For the millionth time, I say, with exaggerated (and not entirely heartfelt) patience, "The theory* is that the bailouts given to the banks and other financial institutions will benefit the economy as a whole in the end--so we're all being bailed out, sort of."
Cranky Boss Lady says, with a whine for crap's sake, "It's not fair."
I lose it. "How old are you? Didn't you just turn 58?! Can you really be walking around expecting the world to be fair?!"
Seriously--you know what's not fair? Being trapped in a truly dead-end job with a FIFTY-EIGHT-YEAR-OLD boss who is still wounded by the unfairness of life and being trapped in that job at a time when the economy is so crappy that I feel lucky every day to have even that job.
*Note that I am not defending the theory. Neither am I pretending to fully understand the forces at work in high finance or in the federal government.
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