Fair weather friends
Call them “fair weather friends”. They met, about a year or so ago, while out for a walk. Not a quiet walk; rather, a stroll with pots and pans. Nothing to do with cooking, though. A bit of a tintamarre, if you must know. Friends, though, with great intentions for the future. Spring turned into summer, and they hung out, even managed to get on stage together for a song and dance routine. What others call an election.
Now, certain promises were made. Pinky-swore. Forever, together. My bills and your bills, not theirs. The future of the nation (lies in the hands of its youth). And in public, the decision was made that there would be a great gabfest on that future. A summit, of great minds. That was yesterday. This morning, the newspaper carried a slightly different story. Turns out that “student debt” might have been under control all along. And that bit about free… let’s call it indexed.
This afternoon (what a difference a day makes), the police were called in to restore civil order in the downtown section of Montreal. The usual way, with tear gas and batons. The progress from this time last year can be measured in millimeters. At a guess, the old bumper stickers that warned “Never trust anyone over thirty” will be back in style.
At work, the new hire is now the former hire. What a difference a week makes. In a city where the unemployment rate is “below 5%”, it’s hard to keep a new hire. Someone, somewhere has a better offer. And now the search resumes.
