"I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no one judges me."
"I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no one judges me."
I Start Fires! |
2002-08-16
Piggy's specs were nicked at: 2:26 p.m.
Everybody at my work hates working on Sundays. Especially the part timers, because we're generally the ones who get the screwy 12:30 to 9:00 pm shift. We used to leave directly after doing our work and it wasn't too bad until some ass jockey tattled on us all and now we have to punch our cards. I haven't done a 12:30 to 9 shift (called an "SM" shift, or if you want my witty interpretation, "S&M" shift) in about a month or so, and it suits me fine. The temporary summer help always whines about getting the SM shift every Sunday, and I always tell them to stop being crybabies because I used to work the SM shift every week when I started. Not only that, we used to have to take down a huge Farmer's Market display by ourselves. Luckily, we don't do that anymore because of a lack of strong male part timers. I previously mentioned in some entry I don't care to hunt for that I work with a simple fellow who's very religious. He's a rare lifeform who likes the SM shift because he goes to church in the morning before work. Most people I work with also hate taking care of the washrooms for obvious reasons, but the church going hero of our story -- let's call him Patrick -- has no problem with them, so he's almost always sent away. However, since he doesn't come in until later in the day on Sundays, there's always a huge fight among the men over who is going to clean the washrooms in the morning. My supervisor's getting tired of this, and thought aloud last week about forcing Patrick to work the morning shift two Sundays out of a month. This means he'd miss Church. I was pretty ticked off when I heard my supervisor. I pointed out that Patrick just wanted to go to church, for the love of monkey soup. Everyone around me immediately huffed, "Well, I'd like to go to church too, but I have to work!" When I was a kid, there was no Sunday shopping. And I don't recall anyone starving to death, or distressed soccer moms passing out after getting into a frenzy over not being able to purchase the latest additions to the fall fashion lines. Some days I just want to throw up all over society and make them call it ice cream. Will the world stop if we all just took Sundays back? If you're a corporate drone, I'm sorry for your troubles, but there's a shit-on sector of the working world called retail, the people who don't have cottages to run away to every weekend. The people who might appreciate seeing their kids and homes once a week. I've oft mentioned how I hate the way our culture is so bloody nine-to-five. In Toronto, the city council is discussing how to ease gridlock. Well hi, there wouldn't be a problem if the whole damn world didn't go to and come from work at the exact same times every day Monday to Thursday (a lot of offices in the city escape by two o'clock on Fridays. It's nice that they get their paid breaks, but if I want those three hours, I gotta bust my ass for 'em). There are some people out there with meaningful jobs they love, and I respect them for it, but how many drones out there know who or what they're working for, in the long run? I sure as hell don't. If there was a goal, I'd feel a lot better. But for now, I'm just running around in circles while caught in a whirlwind. One other guy I work with was telling me about his grandmother overseas, who lived to be 120. I was impressed and asked him what he thought might've contributed to her long life. He said it was probably the fact she didn't live in North America. We think we have a healthy lifestyle, but we're killing ourselves with fast food loaded with preservatives and working stressful jobs we hate. That's why I want to be a nurse. I like helping people, and I don't mind weird hours. I just mind 'em when I'm doing useless shit and wasting my life with it. But I still want my Sundays back.
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