Employed?

I've just come back from one of my cleaning jobs - it seems that life, whether I'm well or not, must go on. There are floors to be vacuumed, window sills to be dusted, and as grannies are fond of saying, The sink won't clean itself. How inconsiderate of it. A cleaner is (for better or worse) one of those people that you notice when they don't turn up. Unlike your average office worker, boat builder or run-of-the-mill politician - in those type of jobs it could be weeks (almost) before someone realised that 'Bob' was piking, and not merely taking an extended smoko. It makes me wonder occasionally about our unemployment statistics. Our rate of unemployment in New Zealand is one of the lowest in the world and the Government is very proud of the fact - but how many of those 'employed' people are really contributing something valuable to society? It's all well and good that they are doing something but it might also be wise to take into account what exactly they are doing and if they are really doing much of it. Not to mention whether they're doing a good job. If even half of the working populace was working diligently at something really worth doing, how much time and labour would that save? Ah "they" say but we'd run out of jobs. Really? Okay, I'll buy that. Then labour would be freed up to enhance the infrastructure of developing countries. Then pastors wouldn't be heading five different ministries and preaching on Sundays. Then CEOs wouldn't be running around making sure that desks have been cleaned. Then we could quit worrying about our road maintenance problems and start working on easier ways to travel.

We move so slow because we're spread so wide. There's a lot of sludge going on - it's unnecessary, unhelpful and to a certain extent it's even harmful. And while Fascist governments have in the past tried to eliminate this effect by trying to eradicate select people groups, it's never worked. Because it's not the colour of ones skin that causes problems. It's the colour of ones heart.