I remember it so vividly I'm surprised I don't remember the exact date, but it was the mid-eighties. had just gotten out of the Marine Corps, and was job-hunting in the town where my family was and where I went to college: Terre Haute. Returning there was my first mistake, but I digress. I had been looking for a long time, and was discouraged and wondering what was wrong with me. I applied for a job at the local newspaper. It was nothing much -- just a part-time job typing legal notices. The guy called me back to his office (the paper was still located in an old brick building on Wabash Avenue back then, just a couple of blocks from my apartment). He said he had given the the job to someone else. He would surely have been horrified to know what I did next. I went home and I cried for four hours straight. I am not exaggerating. By the time I had cried myself out, I was angry in a way I really can't describe, even now. I realized that I had been blaming myself for something that was not my fault. I had been internalizing, just like this article says. I have hated Terre Haute ever since, and have had a deeply cynical attitude toward job-hunting and employers ever since. Another small but important incident during a job-hunt a few years later let me know that most employers are morons anyway.
Now imagine that kind of anger writ large. Imagine a Frank Kowalski type, only considerably younger. He is not ready for retirement yet, and he is told he has already outlived his usefulness. At least Kowalski had his house paid off, a pension or Social Security to live on, and didn't have kids at home to feed. The younger versions of Kowalski are what the 1% just don't give a damn about. One day soon, I pray it will cost them.
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