Knock knock

"Who is it?"
"My name's Nick, I'm with the Sierra Club, we're the nation's oldest and largest grassroots environmental group."

It always sounded to me like such a disingenuous salutation, maybe because that's all it was: a formality between strangers. I wanted you to think that we were friends, or that we had something in common. That was the gambit. Because just like everyone knew, after the salutation was a diatribe waiting for them, at the end of which, there was a plea for cash.

That was the crux of the problem. I had to ask people for money to keep my job. What did that make me, a begger, a shill? I was doing a job, and as much as I'd like America to give up coal cold turkey, invest whole hog in renewable resources I didn't want it enough to lecture at other people, and make them want it too.

So I sucked at doing it. And I'm unemployed again.