One of the Brians I dated asked if I would save him a dance at this huge Burner party on Friday.
Here is our email exchange.
Brian: cool! should be fun. save me a dance?
Me: Absolutely! Brian, I have been meaning to get my thoughts out to you for some time, but thought silence was best. Figure this is an opportunity to speak up. I think you are a really great guy. You’re hot, fun, smart, so interesting. But in the end, I could not come to terms with your unemployment. It is so counter to my work ethic. catherine
Brian: wow!! well, I guess I appreciate your honesty. truth be told, I’m not terribly excited about my idle status either. I’ve been fairly successful my entire life and more than a little sideswiped by how difficult its been to get back into the land of the gainfully employed post-globetrot. unfortunately, all of my past experience was in print which is in a death spiral, so coming to terms with the fact that I need to revamp my skill set before I can move forward. believe me when I say that I’m not enjoying this either!and in an effort to maintain cordial relations, I’ll ignore your implied (or maybe it was directly suggested?) dig on my work ethic. take care
Now the question is…do I response?
I want to give it to him and say, “I’m just telling you honestly what everyone else (all your so-called friends) are saying behind your bag. If you have such a strong work ethic, then friggin go make some money whatever job that may be. If you need to bag groceries, then fucking DO IT instead of spending all day long on Facebook posting pictures, writing on people’s walls. GET A FUCKING JOB! I can’t believe that you were paying $3,000 for an apartment when you weren’t making any money at all–no severance, no unemployment, no savings. Because if you had savings then your landlord wouldn’t have started eviction proceedings on you. You make me want to vomit!”