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20% of adult Poles are single and live with Mummy! [241]
ok, you're missing the point.
I'm not, but you on the other hand, definitely are.
A kid who is 13 is his parents' responsibility (even though he's old enough to be responsible himself for a few things).
In other words: You now agree with my previous statement about responsibility, to which you disagreed just a few posts ago.
A kid who is 21 is not.
Exactly, but most kids start with highschool when they're thirteen right? (Over here they do!) So by the time they'll be twenty-one you're going to hold them personally responsible for not being able to afford higher education, just because their future had already been decided in their early teens?
Are you 13?
No, are you?
missing the point again. that's fine. we can go over it again, slowly. you go first: give me an example of something specific where there is no way out, only whining and blaming others for.
Okay, you were thirteen, young, naive and did your best in school, and you had the highest grades of your class, but people told you that you had to become a construction worker, because they couldn't afford higher education for you. So okay. You're sad, but you're going for construction worker, because it's all you have. So now you're sixteen, and ready for an apprenticeship. You work hard, get your qualifications and your employer speaks highly of you. He offers you additional education. You decide to go for it, because there's no way in hell you can afford to pay for this yourself. There's a catch though, you will earn much less, and you will have to pay 50% for this education yourself. So you're not earning much and doing the best that you can. Working daytime, and following your education in the late evening hours. Half way your course, half the company gets fired, including you, because foreign Electricians who work on a temporary basis are much cheaper. So you didn't save much money, and you miss half of your qualifications. So it's back to minimum wage jobs for you. You start to work at a farm, surrounded by foreign workers, who are much cheaper than you, so you decide to work twice as long, and twice as hard, to convince your employer you're worth the money. Alas! Your employer doesn't see your efforts, or simply doesn't give a shít, and decides to fire you. Your already had trouble paying your rent, but now you're in deep sh¡t, because filing a request for benefit will take a few months. So you take any job you can, working a day here, working a day there, but work is getting scarcer and scarcer by the day, because more and more employers are happy with their labour-migrants. You don't want benefits, so you volunteer for the army. Here you learn to shoot, and to disable landmines. After a good long while you come back to civilian society, but of course your newly acquired skills are pretty useless. Now you're a few years older, and still haven't saved much money, because your pay wasn't *that* great. You start to think really hard about what to do, and you go back to job-hopping, which is now even harder because you're a few years older, and still don't have much qualifications. Rents increased in the meanwhile, but your salary decreased. Your insurances have gone up too. Groceries aswell. You're lucky now, because you manage to find a night-shift job which requires some knowledge in your original field of expertise, although your qualifications are still basic. It's hard work, and all the different shifts disrupt your sleep-pattern, but it pays more, so you keep going at it. Now you're finally starting to save up some money. (For the first time in your life!) But! The banks in America screw up, and cause an economic recession world-wide, to which your employer, after one and a half year of handing you temporary contracts, responds: ''I'm sorry, you're doing a great job, and I wish I could keep you, but I'm not going to prolong your contract this time.'' So you're back on the job market again, and politicians tell people to look for work elsewhere in Europe if they can't find it here. So you take a peek on the internet, and start looking into stuff, because you've totally had it in this country where people think it's time for you to move. You find out that you can't migrate to countries which look promising just yet, because they have no need for you unless you achieve higher qualifications, and in order to get those qualifications you're going to need a job. So you start thinking about working abroad a bit closer to home, but you watch the news and see that other countries which are surrounding yours aren't doing too great either. So you start to think about moving to Poland for a while, but you don't really speak the language very well, and the pay you'll be getting will be even less than you've been paid before. You think some more. Then you take a huge risk. You take all of your savings off of the bank, and invest it in a study which you wanted to do when you were in your early teens. The study is going well, but your money unfortunately doesn't replenish itself, so you still need a job. You're able to find a few days work every now and then, but that's about it. Bills keep coming in, but if you ever take that benefit, you will have to cancel your study and kiss your whole future goodbye. So you ditch your insurances, and everything you think you can miss. (Eventhough it's a risk!) And you keep calling companies and bureaus and hope someone will have some kind of job for you, because you're almost there! You know that if you manage to finish this study, you'll be able to apply for a student-loan, so your worries will be over. (Your financial ones, atleast!)
You tell me, how the hell is any of this your fault? You're trying!
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if you don't have money to buy life insurance, you shouldn't get married or have kids.
Oh, but if you had money to buy a life insurance at the time you decided to start with children, and the future really looked great for you, then how is it your fault when business goes bad and you lose everything you had? It happens, you know! But of course you're the all-knowing oracle who is able to foresee everything because she's so freaking clever and awesome!
what, too smart for your expectations for women?
No, something funny in your writing.
Unless you're living in our attic (sorry, no basement), you have no way of knowing. I do.
Just the fact you feel the need to convince people speaks volumes already. (Either way, you're a Scrooge, just like your username suggests.)
it's out there. it's called internships. but you have to compete for those, something you have apparently trouble processing.
Over here it isn't.
nobody is going to call you and hunt you down to give you a job or training. you have to show you're worth the trouble.
I didn't know that. I'm retarded. I have no freaking clue about society or human interaction. I'm an alien. Serious. I was born on Pluto and raised by a pack of rabid wolves when I crashed down to earth in my escape-pod. Seriously.
I never said any of that. I did say, however, before, that you must be high. Apparently you are. You're seeing things...
No you're not, but of course your ''it's all about me'' state of mind is exactly what's causing all these problems we're addressing here. Everybody wants more, and something (Someone in this case.) has gotta give. Not you of course, because you have six figures, so you shouldn't raise the salaries of your employees, because they're not doing anything for you, so they don't deserve that. You're having such a hard time with your six figures, so there's no way you should ever hand out a permanent contract to anyone, because you never know what might happen tomorrow, right?
seeing things again...
Like how you can see I'm high? Like how you imagine six figures on your annual paycheck? What kind of business do you run if I may ask you, because you seem to spend a lot of time typing here?
i rest my case about you seeing things.
You're no stranger to this place on the internet, and you know what the people that you're obviously sympathising with are posting here about other people!
now, about taxes, seriously - there is something I do believe in, which is a social safety net. For people who truly cannot help themselves. Like the disabled, for example. It's not for people who don't feel like doing anything.
A society which agrees to outsource manufacturing, and a society which agrees to undercutting and mass-labour-migration, really shouldn't complain about the jobless people they're creating themselves.
Are you disabled?
No. Are you?
Mentally perhaps?
No, but perhaps you are?
If not, and you're still hoping to get some of my tax money, you are a slacker.
I wouldn't even want your tax money if I was starving or freezing to death outside, so don't even worry about that. (Scrooge!) Again, you shouldn't point your finger at people who actually want to work, or even breathe in my direction when I become jobless because employers decide to hire illegals or foreigners because they're cheaper. So you can twist it all you want, but I'm not creating those problems, and in our current financial climate, it's pretty obvious that the banks won't lend me any money to start my own business either. (Atleast not now!)
So by all means, continue to preach and spread your ''it's all about me'' religion about your perfect world where everybody belongs to the master-race of übermensch who have no one else but themselves to thank for their successes and profit, because after all, you live alone on this planet, and of course it's too easy to earn six figures on an annual basis for everyone on PF, and please keep projecting your superiority-complex on other people who are now jobless because of the exact same attitude.
Some people have nine to ten figures on their private bank accounts, while others are starving. (Go figure!) Of course those Asian and Indian children who work in the mines don't bother people like me, just like people who point out - and rightly so - that minimum wage is too low in many countries don't bother people like me. Nope! I'm hard, I'm strong! I'm the biggest, smartest, hottest b¡tch on the planet. They don't make my profits. They don't generate my wealth. They don't produce the products I sell! Nope! I'm doing all of that while I'm sitting in my office, while all these lazy buggers should just continue to break their backs for me, and they should all listen to my success story, because it's all about me. (Scrooge!)
Yeah, good morning, and f*ck you too.
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