Job Story

Working hard.... and hardly working.

Job Story is a podcast about working hard... and hardly working. It documents my job history and job search and yours, with a special focus on Bad Bosses, Crazy Co-workers, F'd up Freelance, Garbage Gigs, Tepid Temps and... More
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Aerial View #002

Tonight at 6 pm hear a replay of Friday's Aerial View show Everything Sucks & People Are Stupid on At 7 pm Aerial View becomes available as a podcast here. Aerial View's Facebook page is here.

Join me for another Aerial View every Friday, 6 PM eastern time on thehoundnyc,com.

The rundown:

  • Living in the Upside Down
  • Radio, the new TV.
  • Hospital Shootings.
  • All that and YOUR CALLS at 929-456-2763.

The quote:

"Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires." - John Steinbeck

The Poem:

St. Andrew’s Day, 1935

Sharply the menacing wind sweeps over

the bending poplars, newly bare,

and the dark ribbons of the chimneys

veer downward; flicked by whips of air.

Torn posters flutter; coldly sound

the boom of trams and the rattle of hooves,

and the clerks who hurry to the station

look, shuddering, over the eastern rooves,

thinking, each one, ‘Here comes the winter!

Please God I keep my job this year!’

And bleakly, as the cold strikes through

their entrails like an icy spear,

they think of rent, rates, season tickets,

insurance, coal, the skivvy’s wages,

boots, school-bills, and the next installment

upon the two twin beds from Drage’s.

For if in careless summer days

in groves of Ashtaroth we whored,

repentant now, when winds blow cold,

we kneel before our rightful lord;

the lord of all, the money-god,

who rules us blood and hand and brain,

who gives the roof that stops the wind,

and, giving, takes away again;

who spies with jealous, watchful care,

our thoughts, our dreams, our secret ways,

who picks our words and cuts our clothes,

and maps the pattern of our days;

who chills our anger, curbs our hope,

and buys our lives and pays with toys,

who claims as tribute broken faith,

accepted insults, muted joys;

who binds with chains the poet’s wit,

the navvy’s strength, the soldier’s pride,

and lays the sleek, estranging shield

between the lover and his bride.

- George Orwell


Aerial View #002

Everything Sucks & People Are Stupid

Aerial View

Black Friday

Thanksgiving 1997

Nothing like being nestled in the bosom of family...


Canvassing for Mikie Sherrill

Jesse P. Pollack & The Acid King Pt. 2

More with Jesse about his new book covering the Satanic Panic murder.

Jesse P. Pollack & The Acid King

Say "I love you, Satan!"

Off The Cuff

An update on my last interview & a plea to stop the GOP.