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So look, I'm trying to be a good guy.
There's all of these fine people in my neighborhood who end up working at the fast food joints in a richy rich neighborhood.
Now that means they are up to their eyeballs in materialist attitudes and douche-bags who think that money buys dignity. The sort of people I would take to the mat verbally or make so furious with my words that the selfish ANIMAL in them would leap out for the world to see. (Yes, I get shit on my own face in the process, but hey..dirty jobs.)
These working folks I do these reviews for are mostly honest people who want the world to see the goodness in them.
They are mostly decent people who want SOMEONE to see how hard they want the world to know that they are here. LIKE EVERYONE I HAVE EVER KNOWN, these are people who want to be seen.
So I've filled out a couple of surveys. And I did a good job too (if I do say so myself since its as good an excuse as any to polish fingernails on my shirt.)
I described them as friendly, indispensable, profitable and underpaid.
I made some good, subtle points about corporate greed without appearing like an employee's friend or suck up.
I made it look genuine and corporate-palatable.
I just did it again. This time I'm translating the heart of these people who have served me corporate slop for 4 years by being some old lady named doreen who is more real in my mind when I'm writing the review than she is in the minds of any corporate focus group(since I've seen her unaided suffering in real life a thousand times.)
Doreen shopped all day with her grandniece and was tired, you see. Doreen was aided by two employees through the door. To her car. Doreen was grateful. Doreen hates spicy food but will be back again and again because of these angels. But it never happened and it SHOULD have for all of the Doreens that really suffered because no one noticed their suffering.
I have two more reviews to write. I promised and they are decent enough people, lost and slaving for the investor class though they are.
The reviews I've written already have fattened my portion sizes at Taco Bell, for sure. The blue collar man will do what he can to aid those who aid him without risking whatever security he is able to provide for his own or himself.
But I don't feel good about making people feel good about their job at Taco Bell. I don't feel good about how I've made them feel special for the great work they've done being human beings in a fast food factory environment that is enriching their enslavers and killing their dreams while it burns up their days and their potential.
I don't feel good about that. Or about how Taco Bell spends only $13,000 per year on a $500 Sweepstakes that gets us to help them with boosting morale and thus profits.
They do it because it's a lot cheaper than giving 40,000 employees a dollar an hour more. That would cost them $40M. They make about $1,900M a year.
They've asked me to be their cheerleader in a way.
They've asked me provide human fulfillment to their employees because they know that if they hired people to make their people feel good, that would cost them dollars instead of pennies.
They want $100 bill, not a $98 dollar bill, because they don't want us to have that extra $2. Our efforts aren't worth that to them.
So I'm going to fill out these two surveys. I'm going to do it carefully over a couple of weeks so they don't disregard my statement by assuming its a plant. I promised I would and I won't let them down.
But, then I'm going to tell everyone I care about at that shitty Taco Bell piece of shit (destitute of soul or benefit to society except for the people working in it) that I can't do anymore TellTheBell.com reviews for them anymore.
I'll say it's because it makes me feel like I'm helping them stay stuck there and their are small businesses that could use hard working, good people like them. There are people who would appreciate them. People who would treat them the way they deserve to be treated.
There are humans out there that need them. Not just a corporate machine trying to trick its customers into being human for it.
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i did one of these yesterday. It was the way they asked me to do the survey that made me do it. "Fill this out for me, okay?" so there's that.
i don't know what to say about it. it matters to me whether the mindset of the survey is taking place in the light of day or the dead of night. they've had surveys for quite awhile....
i also thought that the young adult i filled out the survey for was in a dead end job and should think about a different one. she was too smart. flighty with bad customer service, but really working at fast food would drive some of us crazy. also, the hot sauce pockets are not as funny to me, but i don't work out at a gym. i guess they get a lot of those kind of customers. so, there's that.
finally, i definitely should fill out surveys, keep my receipts and make a routine of it. probably better odds than playing the lottery. i need money no matter which way you slice it. and a job, although i'd hate to be no-good for it, when i knew that i was no-good for working when you get, like, Einstein look-a-likes for your students in tutoring. hey, Puerto Rico, that's not funny.
the thing about libertarians, for me, is whether they need the gun on them. when you put autism due to some kind of anger issue together with gun rights, truthfully, guys, i'm not going to want to go outside anymore. so how will that work at all? your honest answer.
i need a hug from that tutoring job. i had Amy Winehouse in fairy garb. you know the evil fairy with speed talent. she was still a mess. i'd like to be a good player in life, but i guess it's too hard. :(
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Imagine you grow up in a world where no one tells you that lies are OK and that sometimes people don't act rationally.
Eventually you see yourself surrounded by lying monsters who take advantage of people to fill their own need.
Then add a dash of pop culture metaphors like superheroes clobbering the bad guys. To jail, to death, into submission.
No put all of that into the mind of some kid who can't handle feeling helpless in a world of monsters and you get his solution: CLOBBER the monsters.
Welcome to Columbine.
Welcome to Virginia Tech.
Welcome to the San Ysidro McDonald's.
Welcome to the manufactured excuse for our police build up.
Welcome to our common nightmare; the killers AND the victims.
Welcome to the funhouse ladies and gentlemen, choose your bad guys carefully.
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P.S. *hugs* thanks for tutoring.
P.P.S. It's not too hard to live right. It's just too lonely. Know that you're not alone. There are a lot of us struggling to be righteous. Keep the faith and don't let small failures become defeat. We all fail along the path. You're doing as well (maybe even better) than most of the people I've met, because you're thinking about it and feeling about it. That's YOU engaging in the solution. Thanks. Hope that's hug enough.
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you're welcome and thank you and hugs back... I had started to fall for the superhero spell and you've reminded me why I shouldn't. :)
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Taco bell was my first job as a teen ager. It was fun because almost everyone I worked with was already a friend, we'd write "dick" with sauce in the food and laugh at people eating it... it was an easy and gross job. I convinced them to let me keep my funny colored hair because it was the same shade of pink and purple as their logo.
Silliness aside... it is interesting to think about "jobs" and what they mean for us... I love the place I work because the owner cares about his buisiness and the anger does his best to care about us and make sure we are happy, the customers mostly LOVE the place too. It is still just_a_job, but I so enjoy the interactions and environment. Hopefully I won't be just a server/barista forever, but if that's what I'm doing, I am grateful for my fortune in finding a good place to do it in. I don't wrote profanity on the food here.
We are closed for international_workers_day
Originally the title of this made me question myself for sitting in a seat on bart that smelled faintly of vomit, I didn't move because I didn't SEE any signs of vomit... I just sat there in the smell? Seems some how related.
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Not to detract from the original sentiment and point of this, well expressed and heart_felt
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