Job Hunt Recession ‘o9
I was looking for a job in the Great Recession of ’09. Having no luck breaking into the education field, I decided to look for a restaurant job. Money was running out. Thanks to my man, I finally faced the numbers to see how much I owed on my student loans, and how much it would cost to pay back. In the nick of time, I stopped taking out loans. I post-poned taking thesis credit hours, and went on the job hunt at a pretty treacherous time. Jobs were out there, but there were much much more job seekers. At first, I applied to anything I could find I could do on Craigslist. I applied at offices, I applied at universities, I applied at cleaning companies, I applied at schools…
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Steam from the coffee
Living is an Art.
because he wouldn’t run from the city street riff-raff guys causing trouble. He had grown up to fight, and he ran after the riff-raff boys, throwing stones. His new boarding-school friends took him to a brothel, where he was told to sit and wait in the foyer. He was too young to go off into a room. Over time he became friends with the madame. He was comfortable, adoring of women contrary to the other men from where he came. “Do you want to make money?” the madame asked him. “Sure,” the boy replied. “Can you dance?” she asked. “Yes, I can dance,” said the boy, and soon he was dancing for women in the women’s clubs. He was also trained in ballet… Somehow he ended up in the care of an Italian ambassador in New York City, for whom he would entertain. Enamoured with America, with Jane Fonda, Farrah Fawcett, and John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, he desired to come. The ambassador got him a Visa and the young man arrived in New York, from where he disappeared into the folds. Older now, but very agile, he goes out dancing and orders a bottle of water. He works in gardens bringing flowers with him, referring to his female friends as goddesses. 
There was a woman who lived far off in India’s countryside. She was unmarried, and she was neither rich nor poor. She lived in a little villa with a dozen rats who sometimes came to get milk, and sandpipers and snipes came from the heavens to be fed in the yard. Kitties came and rubbed their backs against the corners of the house, and furthermore, the thing that raised eyebrows in the village was the degree to which widowers and young men came to her for coffee, conversation and prayer. There was something about her that made them stay, holding her in their arms and being held in return. This flow of visitors was unchanging and she never picked a suitor. No one knew she had suffered a broken heart long ago, yet fuller and more full it became as the milk and grain never ran out for the wayward guests. 
Nina Lois is a graduate student at the University of Colorado at Denver obtaining a Master's Degree in Humanities with a B.A. in political science. Her passions are broad when it comes to the human condition. She is deeply interested in philosophy, psychology, environmental and social justice, peace studies, music, nutrition, tradition, and progress. 
Upon her imminent graduation, she wishes to contribute to the health, wealth, and happiness of the community through involvement, writing, and research. For goodness's sake, love the body, cultivate the mind and a garden, and feed the soul!
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