Area Man Finds Job Search More Difficult With Turkey Leg

Nov 27, 2012
The Onion Ripoff

Area Man, Richard Ryer, has discovered that seeking employment is only more difficult while trying to eat a cold Turkey leg.

"Normally I eat all kinds of things when I do my morning research, but with one hand completely occupied it is almost impossible to navigate. I can barely even get to the "etc." section on Craigslist without tiny pieces of turkey skin falling in to my keyboard!"

Ryer goes on to say,"Turkey legs are an American tradition, they should be enjoyed wherever and whenever one chooses. Whether you are unemployed, a minority, gay or all of the above nothing should hold you back. Perhaps Apple can figure this one out!"

The turkey leg is an American staple at outdoor events such as county fairs, Bar-be-q's and of course the big turkey day itself, Thanksgiving. Not traditionally an office snack or a sanitary choice for eating near electronics, but for one American it is clearly another stumbling block that will not  help with a job market that is confronted with new challenges every day.

"It just seems like everything gets more and more difficult. Today it is a turkey leg but next Thanksgiving I may not even have an extra one to snack on." 

Old Man, Life Soundtrack

Our Ghost Hotel- San Diego

Traveling is such an amazing experience. You don't have to hop a plane for 8+ hours to experience the beauty of being a traveler... the beauty is always with you- it is merely the mind of the explorer that recognizes the adventure. In all of my adventures I have found that it is the tiny memories- the silly every day happenings are the things that I never forget. When you actually feel your perspective shift and it tickles- it is a time when change or pushing your own comfort zone comes as a pleasure (often because you have no choice). You accept it and embrace it- it becomes part of your journey.

For me music plays a huge role in signaling these memories. A certain song will come on and I will snap back to a moment in the past as if it were the soundtrack to my life.

Some are really embarrassing- like how I really emotionally connected with Avril Lavigne's "I'm with You," while driving through the Hungarian countryside.

I will never forget when I bought The Who's, Quadrophenia, and my sister, Joanie, Abby,  and Jenny listened to it while taking the coast back from San Francisco. The sounds and effects just seemed so fitting for driving through a forested area especially just outside of Frisco. We all even said that out loud.

Coming home the morning after a night in Hollywood with my good friend, Brian C.  hearing, "Passenger Side," by Wilco for the first time in between The Raspberries greatest hits.

Sick as a dog heading up California coast to Portland singing the Fugees, "Killing Me Softly," with Matty B.

Cactus Garden at Balboa Park

All this to say, I have sealed another beautiful moment in my life this weekend with a new favorite of mine. It kept popping up all weekend; it was definitely an act of iPod but it just suited the weekend. It was a few of Neil Young's older song but particularly, "Old Man." The Ghost Hotel, Zanzabar, Secret Speakeasy, and forgetting to tip the valet. Walking through Balboa Park, listening to the Spreckle's outdoor Organ, the Friendship garden, the self-deprecating magician and the cactus garden. Even driving over the Coronado bridge during sunset Young's high pitched voice carried through. The moment this was sealed, however, was just before seeing Wilco at Copley Symphony Hall I was sitting in the car resting with Marissa before we went to get dinner. Old Young started his song and I couldn't help but to think of the influence he had on the band I was just about to see. So technically if Neil didn't do what he did- I may not have been in that beautiful moment with my beautiful love. It was simple. Listening to Neil Young in a parking spot on an empty city street.

I can say now that I feel lucky and blessed to have these moments but truthfully I know that it is only a whisper of how these memories will shout 10 years from now. Like sewing seeds of happiness for the future- these are the beautiful moments of life. I am so grateful that I have so many more and I hope as your soundtrack builds that you pay attention. You woke up this morning and continued your journey- enjoy the small things as if they were always brand new and if it helps keep that music playing.

Wilco at Copley Symphony Hall