In the 1990s it was apparent that the working poor that were older than the youth were in rough shape. And with not good medical standards for all professionals across the board, a kind of trouble developed that was hard to blame on one source so a general bitch and moan developed. Along with a re-rigiding of a management hierarchy and what seemed to be a lot of people on pain meds.
But there was also a pulling for youth to come up into the trades and professions without all the "drama" of what had been typical working poor life. Let's not poop in the pool, piss in the river, or otherwise sully the fresh of American potential, as an expression of your jaded outlook. There were grown ups fighting grown ups as the pesimism waned, the criminality was contained, and a vigorous professional vibe caught on.
People assessed routes and crunched numbers and bandied ways to drum up competition in the world but stick together as a nation turning things around. "Get in the Dorito bag," one thickly accented salesman told a lesser known name of chips. People squabbled about package sales/packaging sales and streamlining process versus being as cheap as....
And all kinds of people were involved in what should "merge" and how a person, place, thing isn't just a generic prisonmate in an economy that needed some stuff to be uniform.
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