If All Our Money Dreams Were Dust

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For the last month or so, I’ve been working in a seasonal sales job.

It’s been an interesting re-entry to the world of working for someone else, instead of for myself. It has me wondering, what if all our money dreams were dust?

On the personal level, this is already true for an awful lot of people, including most of the 100 or so people I presently work with.

The people I work with are all ages, from the young man across the aisle who was just sworn into the Army this week, to the guy sitting next to me who was laid off his dream job after ten years and is still reeling from the shock.

There are people who have made a lifestyle out of working seasonally; they work from March through August, and when the season ends they go on unemployment or go back to school or live off their savings until March rolls around again.

There are other people, like me, who are just passing through.

It’s a different way of thinking about making a living, and I’ve had some interesting conversations with my coworkers as they exit the scene. On Friday, someone came by my desk to say goodbye because he’d just been laid off.

I was on my way out for the day, so I walked him to his car. I asked where he lived, and when he told me the name of the lovely beach town – the one I’ve dreamed of living in myself – I said, “You’re so lucky.” He replied, “Not lucky. I have to work really hard to live there.”

Then he commented that he wished he could find steady work again, but that after November of 2007 the best he’s been able to do is piece together a patchwork of jobs.

But then he said he looks on the bright side. “I used to be part of the rat race, but now that I’m not anymore I realize that even if you come out on top of the rat race, you’re still a rat.”

Cynical, yes; but I’ve had a version of that conversation a number of times with other people.

They (we) don’t have pensions.

We don’t imagine retiring.

We aren’t in the stock market.

Our homes are not an investment (at least not a very good one).

We are losing assets like old skin, and learning a new way to live in the aftermath.

Compared to how it used to be, it’s harder to live this way – leaner, more white-knuckle than many of us are used to. But it’s starting to have its rewards too.

It’s starting to teach us that owning stuff is not all it’s cracked up to be. That working in a job is not the definition of who we are and what we can contribute as human beings.

That we are endlessly more creative than we thought we were, back when it used to be easy to pay for whatever we needed. Now it’s not so easy, and we have to rustle up what we need. And doing that has its many rewards.

All our money dreams are dust, but out of the dust rise new and better dreams.

On the global scale, I often wonder what it would mean for the money dreams of whole cultures and whole governments to come to dust.

The news about Europe’s finances has been consistently bad, but last week I heard a commentator say that things are turning dire and that some experts are openly speculating about the possibility of widespread defaults. Here in California, the state’s budget deficit seems to rise daily and, at last report, had cleared the $16 billion mark.

Financial failures on such a scale are clearly a disaster and would sucker punch the vast majority of us.

Or would they?

What would happen?

I think it’s possible that human beings would rise to the occasion, and already are rising to the occasion, rather than allowing themselves to be run over by the bus. And lest you think I’m starting to sound like a Tea Partier, nothing could be farther from the truth.

I don’t believe we should allow the weakest among us to be trampled while those with means survive to see another day. Part of rising to the occasion means having open and frank conversations about how we survive together, not shutting out the have-nots in an economic rationalization of survival of the fittest.

Back in the 1960s, a guy named Pat Frank wrote a novel called Alas, Babylon, envisioning what would happen in the aftermath of a nuclear attack. It’s a fascinating book, kind of like a time capsule from the high point of the Cold War. There’s lots of stuff in it that is dated and politically incorrect, but it has a curious resonance with the economic world in which we now live.

One of the themes is that when money is useless — because there’s nothing to buy — people shift their focus from competitive individualism to cooperative community.

Sure, some people get greedy and participate in looting and pillaging, but they come across as pathetic because they’ve missed the point (and they also get radiation poisoning, a kind of damnation for their folly).

Diamond rings hold no value any more, except to the few people who are hoarding them.

Brand new televisions and big luxury cars are meaningless to everyone but the guys who are stealing them. Status is pointless. Instead of all that, what matters is: what talents do I have? How can I play a part in rebuilding society?

And instead of “What kind of job to I have to hang onto in order to keep my stuff and my status,” the question is, “What kind of life do I want, and how do I go about rebuilding it without also rebuilding the parts that don’t mean much to me?”

And, although crudely stereotypical in some ways, Alas Babylon also reminds us that just because some people are poor and have no assets does not mean they have nothing to contribute.

Being poor is not equivalent to being useless and disposable. In fact, rebuilding society needs more people sharing the work – not just a few people sitting on top of the pile of rubble.

Rat race, indeed.

The world used to move so fast and caught us up in it so much that, like rats, we ate when we weren’t hungry, scavenged when we had no need, and hoarded what we might never use. Maybe we had our own metaphorical case of radiation poisoning.

But now the world has changed, and with it our old financial dreams have turned to dust.

What will we build now?

Jayne

 

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  • I completely agree that the status symbols of “owning stuff” is diminished significantly in my world. Now I have conversations with my family and friends about their life goals. Yes, money does come into the conversation, but it’s typically as an added bonus, or long term plan, rather than the intense “gotta get it now” thinking.

    Great post as always Jayne!

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  • Newsyrayne

    I’d really like to know what kind of seasonal job you’re talking about? Picking fruit? Telemarketing? 

  • Catherine

    I was just talking about this with my son last night.

    We were remembering all the things we used to do when I was working in corporate America and how much our life has shifted since 2007.

    If those shifts in the economy hadn’t happened I wouldn’t be living my dreams and he wouldn’t have the time with me that he has loved.  Is it easy?  No, it hasn’t been, but it’s been soooo worthwhile that I don’t want to go back to that other life.

    There has to be a different way of living and I think many of us are trying to figure out exactly what that looks like.

    It takes a lot of guts — like some of the people you work with — to change your entire life.  How sad to lose your dream job and recover from that.

    Once again, your post is both fascinating and timely.

    Catherine

  • You write such powerful posts about money and income Jayne!