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The New York Times' 'Dealbook' blog reported a couple of days ago on the 'plight' of staff laid off on Wall Street. Its article included this gem:
Sam Meek, 27, who was laid off in September when his Connecticut hedge fund decided to downsize, used to spend $500 on charity dinners and lavish golf outings. Now, it’s home-cooked meals and beer on the sofa. Recently, Mr. Meek and his roommate, another unemployed banker who spoke on the condition of anonymity because he did not want to jeopardize his job search, sat together in the kitchen filing for unemployment and drinking a bottle of Champagne.
“I’m scraping by right now,” he said.
There's more at the link.
The 'Dealbook' editor was surprised that the response from readers to the article in general, and that extract in particular, was . . . shall we say, 'not polite'?
Reader responses about the new challenges facing these low-level employees ranged from mild schadenfreude to fiery wrath. (Put it this way: The comment-moderation queue would make Andrew Dice Clay blush.)
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Sam Meek, a 27-year-old hedge fund castoff who drank Champagne while filing for unemployment benefits, seemed to inspire particularly potent crocodile tears:
And this is surprising . . . how???
I think the author of those articles might want to get a clue about how most of the rest of us live, before expecting us to sympathize with anyone who's filing for unemployment whilst sipping champagne!!! Talk about 'crass' . . .