before I start with another reflection on Missouri and its
weirdness unique features seen from my Dutch eyes, I have an announcement. As you may have noted, my Fridays have been somewhat off. I have decided to therefore scratch the Friday part of this blog until my bachelor dregree is in the pocket. You may wish me luck with my thesis and the seven finals (that’s not normal, don’t worry) that I have coming up. In other news, I will be visiting Missouri again. I booked my flight tickets today and will be walking on American soil from August 6. I can’t wait either. From now on, you can suggest all sorts of activities you think I should do, on top of the list that I could already assemble of your earlier suggestions. I’ll see you next Tuesday. I don’t say this enough, but I really like you reading this blog and I enjoy every single comment you make.
Now, I may have touched on today’s observation earlier, but I want to expand it. In today’s job market, it’s a good thing if you know you’ve got a job. Some jobs in the United States however, seem created for their own sake. You don’t find these anywhere in the Netherlands. Let me list four examples:
- The guy packing your groceries. Because some teenage punk or old person registering what you just bought is service rather than breaching your privacy.
- The old person (I’m sorry, but compared to me, they just are) greeting me at Wal-Mart. Or, more often, not greeting me, nor giving me one of those cool stickers.
- The old guy putting my suitcase on a conveyor belt (same link as before). Because I can drag it through five different airports, but actually on the conveyor belt would be too much.
- Living road signs. Yes, this is a job, apparently. Those people stand on the side of the road and show you where to have your car washed, where to eat chicken or who to hire to hold your sign.