Hunting Jobs

My sister's husband is job hunting right now. (*such* a bummer...) I was at a store today and saw a job posting. I thought of him, and asked if I could get the name of a person he could call. No person, I was told. No calls. Just apply on the company's web site, and they'll contact you via e-mail if you are selected.

Now listen to this: I have been reading through some family histories, and this is an excerpt from my Great-Grandfather's life history.

"When I reached the age of nineteen, the longing to see the great “outside” was so overwhelming that my parents finally consented to let me go to Park City, a mining town located between Heber and Salt Lake City. The Park-Utah mine had an opening for someone who was capable of driving eight head of horses and a wagon-load of supplies to the mine’s headquarters. I told them that I was the man they were looking for, although handling that many horses along the steep and winding roads of that area was one experience I had never anticipated. Lady Luck rode by my side, and I was able to work there..."

Isn't it too bad Levi can't walk into this store, with an easy John Wayne swagger, give the boss a manly handshake and say, "I'm your guy. When do I start?"

I know life was back-breaking hard ninety-five years ago, but wouldn't it have been so much simpler?