Hey, what’s that heavy vibe in the air? Oh yeah, the stock market crashed.
Bummer. About the mood, that is.
Because I’m not too worried about the $2,712 I’ve got riding in my 401(k).
It doesn’t take much to spot a trust-funder in Vermont these days. Yep, they’re the ones looking like they’re trying to calculate a 20% drop in their lifestyle. Worse, they’re even thinking about the possibilities of getting a ….wait for it….JOB.
They fear the “job” word like the rest of us fear the “cancer” word.
I’ve been painting in a “professional” building of late. And yesterday, when the news was spreading around the building about the plummeting market, the chatter intensified.
These were paper shufflers in a paper-shuffling economy, realizing that maybe paper shuffling isn’t such a great thing to be doing while hunting and gathering may be in their future. File this, dumbass.
It’s kind of entertaining to watch the stock-market wealthy squirm a bit. It might give them an idea of what it’s like for the rest of us to go through each and every day wondering about…oh, things like….checking account balances. And that’s the only account we’ve got, baby.
But they’ll be fine. At worst, they’ll still have 80% of their wealth.
Actually, the worst part will be for the folks like me who they hire. Because they’ll go through another period of pretending that they’re poor.
We should show them poor.
In the meantime, it’s fun to play this while painting in their offices.