Maybe I'm looking at my BK this way because my business is (was?) as software developer. It took a while, but the big outsourcing places in the BRIC countries (Brazil, Russia, India, China) seem to have finally made enough market penetration so that once Big Business had the excuse of the Great Recession, they just dumped their well paid professionals onto the street and hired those folks.
I made all my financial decisions predicated on the belief that I would find a certain amount of decently paid work to swing any debt payments, and with a disaster loan to build a new home (I had been flooded), be able to tie all the debt into a nice net low interest home loan (including getting a 125% "liar" loan.) Well, that expected income never came, so I ran out of cash (after using the last bit to purchase exempt assets.)
I really believe that I will never have such well paid work ever again. Before I would get hired, Big Business would hire some young chipper college graduate at low pay so that he would be "moldable" and not accustomed to having freedom from "The Man", or they would just say the heck with it, hire a half dozen even more moldable chippers in the slums of Calcutta.
Obviously if the labor value of my intellectual skills is practically worthless, I am not a whole lot more marketable then some high school graduate whose career options are working for Target. Those kind of folks can't by anything more than an cheap old starter home (at that's when the banks were lending to such folks), and certainly can't juggle a 6 figure debt; they are the types of folks who can't seem to be able to stay current on their $5K balance card.
I don't have a family, but as I would hard pressed to have even that starter home (BTW, I now have a starter home that was built 90 years ago, 75 years older and half the size of my former home) and feed multiple mouths, how in the world would I be able to pay $1500/mo or so in health insurance? How does anybody? (Of course for me, I have a history of cancer, so it's not like I could get it in any case.) I am even starting to think like a man in the REAL underclass, in that the best way for me to have a family is to just knock up some woman, and let the government pay for the child's expenses.
About the only thing that is keeping me from becoming part of the new high class underclass is that I did do the prudent thing and contributed into my retirement account, and managed to weather then storm quite well (I'm actually above the last peak of late 2007 high - thank goodness retirement accounts are EXEMPT! ) But as I can live now with free rent, Food Stamps, Medicaid (in 2014, when the health reform program mandates that even childless adults must be eligible), and who knows what else, can live a fairly decent college student existence (even teach abroad to pay for my travel), I just can't see being a stupid punch clocker at $8/hr stacking shelves at Target.
Is this what we have come to as a nation? When an early middle-aged man of very high IQ, with multiple graduate degrees in engineering is worth the same to society at large as some low intelligence, lazy, uninterested person who used to spend her time in math class writing such great pomes in her notebook as "OMG Heather, Bill is so in', why is he dating that tramp Julia?"
Enough of my rant
I made all my financial decisions predicated on the belief that I would find a certain amount of decently paid work to swing any debt payments, and with a disaster loan to build a new home (I had been flooded), be able to tie all the debt into a nice net low interest home loan (including getting a 125% "liar" loan.) Well, that expected income never came, so I ran out of cash (after using the last bit to purchase exempt assets.)
I really believe that I will never have such well paid work ever again. Before I would get hired, Big Business would hire some young chipper college graduate at low pay so that he would be "moldable" and not accustomed to having freedom from "The Man", or they would just say the heck with it, hire a half dozen even more moldable chippers in the slums of Calcutta.
Obviously if the labor value of my intellectual skills is practically worthless, I am not a whole lot more marketable then some high school graduate whose career options are working for Target. Those kind of folks can't by anything more than an cheap old starter home (at that's when the banks were lending to such folks), and certainly can't juggle a 6 figure debt; they are the types of folks who can't seem to be able to stay current on their $5K balance card.
I don't have a family, but as I would hard pressed to have even that starter home (BTW, I now have a starter home that was built 90 years ago, 75 years older and half the size of my former home) and feed multiple mouths, how in the world would I be able to pay $1500/mo or so in health insurance? How does anybody? (Of course for me, I have a history of cancer, so it's not like I could get it in any case.) I am even starting to think like a man in the REAL underclass, in that the best way for me to have a family is to just knock up some woman, and let the government pay for the child's expenses.
About the only thing that is keeping me from becoming part of the new high class underclass is that I did do the prudent thing and contributed into my retirement account, and managed to weather then storm quite well (I'm actually above the last peak of late 2007 high - thank goodness retirement accounts are EXEMPT! ) But as I can live now with free rent, Food Stamps, Medicaid (in 2014, when the health reform program mandates that even childless adults must be eligible), and who knows what else, can live a fairly decent college student existence (even teach abroad to pay for my travel), I just can't see being a stupid punch clocker at $8/hr stacking shelves at Target.
Is this what we have come to as a nation? When an early middle-aged man of very high IQ, with multiple graduate degrees in engineering is worth the same to society at large as some low intelligence, lazy, uninterested person who used to spend her time in math class writing such great pomes in her notebook as "OMG Heather, Bill is so in', why is he dating that tramp Julia?"
Enough of my rant
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