I just turned 65 years old and I am looking for a job. I applied for unemployment but they are giving me grief. I hate bureaucracy. I don’t like being told what to do. So I have to sign these papers agreeing that I am ready and willing and able to work right now. I need to be able to lift 50lbs and stand or sit for eight hours and always have a smile on my face. They don’t mention if I am allowed to cry while I’m smiling. I still cry a lot, I never know when it is going to happen. It reminds me of the weather here in the Pacific Northwest, one moment it’s sunny the next cloudy and overcast. Just like me.
The Buzzy Donahue Show 