June sucks. Can I just go to sleep and have it be July when I wake up? It’s rained like every day this month. Two of our closest friends in the city, the lynch pins of our entire social circle, are moving at the end of the month—to L.A., no less! (What, a Laker championship isn’t enough, you greedy, greedy town?) And I just found out this week that some of my closest work buddies are leaving the company.
June sucks.
I’m blaming the economy. It cost my wife her great job back in the early days of it, it’s driven my friends away from the city to cheaper parts of the country, and it’s resulted in an incredible amount of job loss among friends of mine at work and in the media and tech industries.
I keep waiting for it to start feeling like The Grapes of Wrath or Cinderella Man or something—will it ever? There’s been a slight behavioral shift in spending habits and so on, and everyone’s a bit more pessimistic now, but at what point do we start internalizing the attitudes of the era, like our grandparents did with the Great Depression? Are we going to be a generation that comes out of hard times forever altered? Or does this particular point in history even qualify as a “hard time”? (After all, unemployed people lined up today outside the Apple Store to plunk down credit cards for a new iPhones; our grandparents would have boxed their ears for such extravagance).
Anyway, I now have first-hand knowledge of urban flight. Almost all my Wall Street friends and acquaintances have left (luckily, they all still read my blog), as have quite a few other young professionals that were supposed to be the future of this city.
So, didn’t mean to get all weird about it, just wanted to share my informed opinion that June sucks, and especially June 2009. If any of you can think of any redeeming qualities for June, please share. But know that if you tell me it’s sunny and nice where you are, I will respond with vitriol.
