5 Places With Promising Job Prospects

Wyoming, Utah, Washington DC-metro area, Oklahoma, Texas. Yeah, except for the fact that you have to live in these god-forsaken places...run along! Git yrself a job, little dogie! Pew. And I'll tell you why: The American Southwest is running out of water. Look at any map of the rainfall in the US, and you will see that much more of it falls east of the Mississippi than west. I have friends with a tiny little yard in San Diego, CA that pay $300/mo to keep their mossy grass a bright greenish-yellow. What are the oil men going to co-opt when the oil gig is up? Water. And you actually need water to live. So my assessment is you are setting yourself up to be pulled up by the short and curlies by the humanitarians that have brought you Afghanistan/Iraq. Good luck with that. Texas has Austin, and that's about it. The rest of the state trades off with Indiana and Florida every few years for the nation's worst water quality. It is a tax haven for companies that are sucking wind. Blockbuster was...(Read more of this comment) a great place to work until they moved HQ from FL to Dallas. Kinko's same deal. So here's a tip to you job seekers: if the corporate HQ is in TX, chances are it is having some problems. If you have to take that job, do so with the express purpose of stop-gapping until you look for something better. Wyoming: home of d!*k Cheney. Home of one of the largest known calderas in the world (under Yellowstone). Yes, I know: if it blows, we're all dead. Most representatives of Wyoming I have dealt with here in Indy are alcoholic hayseeds who don't tip, so that has skewed my jaundiced view of the inhabitants of that state. Oklahoma: While driving through on a night where winds were gusting to 60 miles an hour, I got pulled over by some charming state troopers. I was asked to step out of the vehicle and got a vibe that I was about to be disappeared. I insisted on identification, which pissed them off. Apparently, swerving slightly at the dotted line during a wind gust was improper movement and they suspected I was drunk. At one truck stop I stopped for breakfast and was handed a Jack Chick tract by a preacher who looked like a polyester stereotype out of a movie and was driving a custom van with acrylic paint hell-fire and Acts/Revelations quotes all over it. Yikes. Washington: work for Defense. Figure out ways to kill interesting and exotic cultures of brown people who have the misfortune of living on top of our corporate master's fossil fuels. Or just notice it is the murder capital of the nation every few years, and when the revolution comes, it'll be ground zero. Utah: even if you aren't gay, convert to Mormomism. The stories my little Catholic friends told me about growing up in SLC would make a Buddhist monk pick up some molotovs and start chucking indiscriminately. Smart Money, my ass.(Show less of this comment)