That Kinda Day

I mentioned below that I'm havin' that sorta day... which is to say uninspired and unmotivated in the blogging space.  I don't have much to say and life hasn't delivered any surprises... pleasant or otherwise... over the last couple o' few.  In other words, we've been low and slow.  Which ain't all that bad.

But there is this...  I saw my first-ever WWFF guy (in P-Ville, not EVER) as I was leavin' Wally-World this morning.  He looked to be about my age (mid-60s) and was standing at the exit of the WW parking lot with his standard-issue cardboard sign and hang-dog look.  I smiled and waved at him as I pulled out of the lot but that was it... I don't have any spare change for your bucket, sir.  I might be short on compassion or mebbe I've turned into an unfeelin' SOB in my old age but there's this:

Monthly unemployment numbers in Curry and Roosevelt counties dipped to rates that haven’t been seen in two years and officials are crediting expanding industries as the reason.

The most current data available from the New Mexico Department of Workforce Solutions shows in April, Curry County’s unemployment dropped to 4.2 percent and Roosevelt County’s to 4.3 percent.

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“It seems like that everybody’s attitude has changed and everybody’s feeling better about the economy,” said Chase Gentry, director of the Clovis Industrial Development Corp. “The spin-off of retail and sales usually drives employment.”

I've seen a LOT of "Now Hiring" signs in the general area of late but I suppose it's easier to stand out in the hot sun and beg.  You may publish your tut-tuts concerning my lack of sympathy in comments, should you have any.

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Speakin' o' Wally-World... I got the "bong-bong-bong" electronic shoplifter alert as I was strolling out with my purchases today and I fuckin' HATE it when that happens.  Everyone within 50 feet turns around and stares at you while the attendant rifles through your purchases, checks your receipt, and de-pilfers whatever wasn't properly de-pilfered when you checked out.  I think shoppers should be given an automatic ten dollar credit when they're falsely accused in that manner... just to defray all the accusatory looks.

Yeah... Get OFF My Lawn!