I have my own technique for rating the nation's economic upswings and downswings which bypasses statistics, Wall Street, the government and maybe even Arnold Swartzenegger.
It's based on the shifting quality of those clerks, salesmen and hamburger flippers who wait on us daily at service stations, Subway, Wal-Mart, McDonald's, and Food World.
I've noticed during bad times and high unemployment the quality of service personnel takes a big jump upwards. It's elementary, Watson: people laid off from better-paying jobs drift into these occupations and enrich them with their higher skills.
Conversely, when times are good personnel in these jobs tend to tank out. The highly skilled people go back to their own occupations and employers are forced to hire anyone willing to fill out an application.
Today I got in the cashier's line at Food World. Although I was the only customer there, I had to wait a considerable span of time. The cashier had run out of paper and couldn't get a new roll in her receipt-printer. After several frustrating attempts she appealed to her supervisor who finally mastered this technically challenging feat.
Pushing my cart of cat food and Rolaids closer, I noticed the cashier was sporting large silver loops as earrings and her perfectly manicured nails were at least two inches in length. They were so long, in fact, she had difficulty managing my slick bonus card. She gave the impression of a feminine version of Dr. Fu Manchu and I put her down as a failed student drummed out of some beauty college.
A straw in the wind? Perhaps.
It's based on the shifting quality of those clerks, salesmen and hamburger flippers who wait on us daily at service stations, Subway, Wal-Mart, McDonald's, and Food World.
I've noticed during bad times and high unemployment the quality of service personnel takes a big jump upwards. It's elementary, Watson: people laid off from better-paying jobs drift into these occupations and enrich them with their higher skills.
Conversely, when times are good personnel in these jobs tend to tank out. The highly skilled people go back to their own occupations and employers are forced to hire anyone willing to fill out an application.
Today I got in the cashier's line at Food World. Although I was the only customer there, I had to wait a considerable span of time. The cashier had run out of paper and couldn't get a new roll in her receipt-printer. After several frustrating attempts she appealed to her supervisor who finally mastered this technically challenging feat.
Pushing my cart of cat food and Rolaids closer, I noticed the cashier was sporting large silver loops as earrings and her perfectly manicured nails were at least two inches in length. They were so long, in fact, she had difficulty managing my slick bonus card. She gave the impression of a feminine version of Dr. Fu Manchu and I put her down as a failed student drummed out of some beauty college.
A straw in the wind? Perhaps.