It was a shmitta year; I shopped at our shmitta friendly vegetable market. If you don’t know what that is, you should find out fast since the Messiah is supposed to show up any minute. It has something to do with all the fruits and vegetables growing in Israel not allowed to be sold; they are supposed to be free for everyone.
Anyway, that’s not the point. My neighbor shopped there too, and I just felt I had to ask her something:
When Moshiach arrives, how will we know? Will we read it in the newspaper? Will someone announce it on the internet?
She laughed. It won’t be that way at all.
But she left the store before she could tell me what’s really going to happen, and it’s been bothering me ever since.
About 10 years later, I think I know.
Have you felt it? It’s like shmitta all the time.
Look: Last year I would check my email and there was a job for me. I did the job, I got the money, we paid the bills for a while, and after a while we went broke.
This year is much worse: Or better, depending how you look at it. First of all, there are no jobs in my email.
Still we’re broke, so what difference does it make?
And how about this? A certain young man got a degree in high tech. Then he got a job in high tech. To travel to this job he had to buy a car. He had to find a nice apartment not too far from the job. So it’s very hard; there’s no time to eat or sleep. Money is tight.
And now every step looks like you’re going to lose. For example, this company in Beijing that teaches Chinese kids online to speak English, especially with an American accent. First of all, you are expected to wear an orange t-shirt to show you’re part of the team. You have to keep smiling, wear lipstick to make your teeth look whiter, give the kid thumbs up and high five, don’t say too many words, speak in complete sentences, don’t speak in complete sentences, use props, don’t use props, know when to choose, speak slowly, make expressive gestures, and give the kid a chance to talk.
Beijing promises money for conforming to the program. But it feels like a minefield, since Moshiach could show up while I’m practicing a high five in front of a video camera with my orange t-shirt and lipstick, and will be caught on camera, so to speak, without a song or a prayer.
Oh G-d! How long??