Rant #2,577: A Ray of Hope

We came, we saw, we conquered.
 
My mother received her first coronavirus shot in the early evening last night, on the eve of what would have been her 65th wedding anniversary.
 
I know that my father was looking down with a big smile on his face.
 
This ex-Marine would have been just so proud of her for doing that patriotic thing.
 
He would also have a broad smile on his face for his grandson, my son, for working at his job, and doing a good job, for the past two and a half months or so.
 
We found out yesterday that my son’s seasonal job has run its course, and after today’s day of work, he officially joins the unemployed once again.
 
I will add that no one told him anything; he just saw that his schedule was blank for next week, I made some calls, and that is actually how we found out that the job was over.
 
With that happening the way it did, that is my challenge, trying to find another job for him amidst the pandemic.
 
He sat around for seven months on supposed “furlough,” waiting for the call from his former employer, who completely abandoned him and left him with nothing. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen again, and I know that my father is looking down from heaven and wishing me a lot of luck in my new quest.
 
Both actions—getting my mother vaccinated and getting my son another job—were/are not easy actions, but I did it once, and in the case of my son, I will do it again.
 
I have to look at it that way.
 
So it was a great day and a bad day yesterday for my family and I, all at the same time, much like the past year with the pandemic hanging over everything we do.
 
We have all had good days and bad days, and sometimes a real mix all in one day.
 
And in just the course of a few days, I personally went from the jubilation of getting my mother her vaccine appointment to the low of finding out that my son’s job is kaput.
 
Talk about going from one extreme to another—one, jubilation that a nearly 90 year old woman has finally reached the promised land, to a sadness that my 25 year old son is out of work again.
 
I guess that is how life is right now, like a ping pong ball being hit back and forth, back and forth.
 
To those out there still looking to get a vaccine appointment, I would say that you just have to keep at it, day and night, night and day.
 
The Biden Administration has promised us more vaccines will be coming, but Rome wasn’t built in a day, and it is going to take some time for those to go through the pipeline.
 
But he had better act soon, because, well, you can’t blame Trump anymore for such inaction, and people’s patience is at the breaking point.
 
So keep at it, and I mean, keep at it like I did, and you will get that appointment one way or the other.
 
As for my son, the last two jobs that he had, let’s be honest about it, he had help in getting.
 
I worked hard to get him a job, but if it weren’t for two guardian angels, he would still be sitting around doing nothing.
 
One came completely out of the blue, the other came from my own past, and I thank God that things worked out in both cases.
 
So I am going to ask again if there is another guardian angel out there that can help my son secure a position, because I can do all I can do, but it simply doesn’t seem to be enough.
 
Maybe somebody out there knows somebody, who knows somebody, who knows somebody, and can help us once again.
 
My son is ready and eager to work. He loves the little jobs he has had, and they have given him a lot of confidence.
 
Now that he has nothing, I just hope that confidence at “a job well done” doesn’t leave him. He sat for seven months waiting for a call that never came, and I can’t see him doing that again.
 
So if you hear of something, know of something, please let us know—again, my son can do only so much, but he has so much to give.
 
Please give him a chance.
 
And as for my mother, I know today is going to be a difficult day for her, but I am sure she will make it through it like she has made it through all the days since my father’s passing on Labor Day last year.
 
She is a strong woman, and she will be OK.
 
Both my mother and my son are drawn from the same stock, they will both survive this trying time, and I guess that I will too.
 
I hope my dad is proud of me too.
 
Have a great weekend, and I will speak to you again on Monday.