There was some good employment news this morning.
There was even better employment news on Wednesday night, if you're lucky enough to be employed by Random House.
At the company's Christmas party, employees were told that they'd each be getting $5,000 bonuses–that's all employees, from executives to lowly copyeditors to even-lowlier warehouse workers–because the publishing giant had such an incredibly profitable year.
"Hang on," you say. "Aren't books just the things you use to prop up your iPad?"
Yes, but not when those books are penned by E. L. James, whose schlocky Twilight rip-off Fifty Shades of Grey was acquired by Random House and became the fastest-selling book of all time. I wonder what percentage of world economic activity is attributable to this book, its forthcoming sequels and the sale of fake-silk neckties to suburban moms? Sixteen percent, maybe? More?
Lesson learned: Instead of arguing about how to create jobs and finance higher education, lawmakers should just send every American under the age of 25 to a fanfic workshop and call it a day.
Tags: Books, Money, Unemployment