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blah-ze
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today at work was strange. to say the least. i work in a bakery in a supermarket, with some fucked up chaps and gals. in between being blamed for the bad smell behind the dough-roller-machine (a dead bird, curiously enough, unnoticed until the machine was shifted). me, being the lowest baker's assistant (or baker's bitch), has the proud duty to take the shit for anything and everthing that goes wrong. i am also delegated the shittest jobs. i got sent into the deli to shift trays full of chickens to the roasting machine for the deli women, when i tilted a tray and got ice-cold chicken blood and fluids down my leg and into my shoe, which slopped when i tried to walk. when liz (the bakery bitch, note the difference) stuffed up a loaf in the slicer, it got thrown at me. a male assistant reached into his pants and pulled forth a handful of pubic hair just to prove he had not had a bikini wax. everyone left early leaving me to finish up and the tapesticker jammed while i still had dozens of stickers to print, i had to go scurrying for help. so, after nine hours in that hellhole, looking forward to another ten tomorrow and christmas eve, and then the saturday and sunday, i feel like shit. liquid, victimised shit, but shit nonetheless. i wonder if shit can be raped. probably not. the baker would have done it by now.
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side note: i am home alone, my family having left on holiday, and rapidly getting drunk.
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Death of a Rose
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hmm...yeah...had a job like that once...long ago...
quit as soon as the opportunity strikes blah-ze.
Merry Freakin X-Mas to you.
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oldephebe
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blahze that sucks a rodents hirsuit and superating rectum!! Is there any way you can talk to..say your bosses boss..the head baker to clear things up..to make the argument for yourself against unfair and peremptory authority, make it with respect but make it with force while not being insubordinate. I've done this before back in the day when i was low man, but being the son of two 60's and 70's activists' I find it hard to keep my mouth shut when I percieve an injustice. Sure they'll hate you for it..even begin formulating a plan for your eventual dismissmal, maybe..but you will let them know that you are a person who respects himself and who while he respects the chain of authority and his constracutral or agreed to job-duties you have inordinate self-confidense and will not be asked to assume responsibility for things you didn't do...you'll perform your duties but there is a line, a modicum of respect that must be observed..maybe me being the so called beuorgoise american..maybe..but you must make an argument for yourself with every breath!! you must!! Our roles or genders or age do not lock our souls in this diffident closet of conditioned cowardise or subservience beyond the pale of what is legitimately due! Do not allow the insinuations of power to clasp their shadowed hand over your mouth, do not allow your power, your authority, your voice, your dignity, your manhood to be castrated, rendered inaudible, lost in the white noise of class, and commerce. Okay climbing off of soap box. Sorry once again if my words are percieved as an intrusion or dictum or offense..
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smurfus rex
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and here I was thinking I had good reasons to hate my job.
you have a notable strength of spirit if you can keep going in to work like that. but remember to decide just how much you'll put up with and for how long, and stick to that. bakeries (like security) ain't the only game in town, so don't let anyone try to tell you that you won't find anything better, because you can if you want it.
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blah-ze
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my bosses's boss is the co-owner of the supermarket. his present to me for christmas was a bottle of wine, and i am seventeen, he is that slow. he doesn't speak much english, misunderstands hygeine to mean 'i can spit on the floor so long as it doesn't hit the dough'.
i have a job lined up for next year, but it seems to have stalled. i was meant to be getting a call, i have not recieved it, noone knows shit when i ring them. i oughta start end of january. in a winery. lovey, lovey, lovey.
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