Dear Ann Landers,
'm sick of the 70-somethings who whine about the Depression. Those people entered the job market during the post-World War II boom-the greatest expansion in our nation's his-tory. You put out your hands and the money rolled in. Mom stayed home with the kids because one paycheck was enough. Dad worked 40 hours a week and got paid overtime if he worked longer. You have fat pensions to get you through your golden years. Steel workers in Gary collected twice my income even though they didn't have my education. Rather than make wage concessions to allow their employers to be competitive, they voted to close their plants so they could live off generous benefits. The Depression-era experiences of your parents are no different from the experiences of today's young people. We got "riffed" by Rea-gan and "bankrupted" by Bush. Our taxes are paying for your Medicare and Social Security. Compared to today, the Depression was a day at the beach. I started to work when I was 14.1 put myself through undergradu-ate and graduate school by working 60-hour weeks, and graduated summa cum laude. When the first wave of downsizing hit during the early '80s, I liquidated my assets to go to law school, thinking a legal career would provide job security. I worked 90 hours a week, no over-time or time off for holidays or vacations. Yet I was downsized two more times. I have no pension, my savings are gone and I'm reduced to living with family members. WAKE UP AND SMELL THE CDFFEE! 3 3 7 If you have the guts to print this letter, please don't use my name be-cause I'm trying to find a job-again. -Unemployed MBA/JD

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