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I have a few days off of work, so I am trying to wring my brain to figure out what to do for a living. I need a new job.
Bank of America is doing a mighty fine job of ruining my life. I wake up feeling guilty for all the shit they put me through, making me feel like a thief for trying to eat breakfast in the morning. No more banks for me. Money is bad enough, fake money is worse. I can't afford to live only making $7.50 an hour. Yeah, $7.50, to pay for the insurance, house, electricity, phone(for the job), car(for the job), work clothes(job), food(survival)--all the stuff that I have to have lest I die of starvation and elements or get tossed in jail. Anyone who thinks how much money you make is "private" or "impolite for conversation" is just promoting a social tenant that allows people like the shareholders and managers of Panera Bread Co to pay me $7.50 an hour...Because my and many, MANY other people's disasterously low payscale is directly affecting our abilities to live a life beyond the indentured sharecropper status we've so cleverly masked.
It's a tough world out there, full of cops, bankers, and assistant managers. It's a strange feeling to root on the crashing lines on every chart in the section of the paper entitled "Money". I'm on the most abused rung of society, and I couldn't think of a more advantageous situation for plebeians like me than an economic depression. If you are getting anything or everything from your parents, trust me when I say that being "free" from them is not remotely worth it, and if it's your choice--don't.
I feel like I'm being chased, hunted, I've got something riding right up behind me, and it's screwing up my dreams at night.
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A word to the populace about Panera. Ever seen one of those Trolley-Buses? You know, the bus that looks like a trolley, but it's not a cable-car. Panera is to a Burger King what a Trolley-bus is to a regular bus. It looks nice and different, but it's not. They claim to be doing one thing, but they don't care whatsoever. The employees have emphasis on 2 things only: portion restriction and time. Get out whatever is barely "up to spec" and get it out as fast as you possibly can. Food safety is just whatever appeases the inspector, often only when he's there. Customer service is only on a complain-first basis. Speed FAR outweighs quality, employee morale, safety, cleanliness, customer satisfaction, and(oddly enough) even productivity.
As a company, they don't actually care about bread, people, meals, comfort, or any of that nonsense. They care about getting as much money out of YOUR pocket and putting it in THEIR pocket as possible. Having exceeded the requirements for a successful business scenario, the company presses on into profiteering, raising prices(oh yes, the are going up!), keeping wages at a BARE minimum, and purchasing substandard products anytime the consumer isn't looking.
That brings us to the food. Sure, anti-biotic free chicken meat. Fresh strawberries. Low-Fat dressing. They don't bother with the facts that the eggs are from cage-raised hens, with paper-thin, bleached shells and yolks so worthless they couldn't make a chicken if they wanted to. Ever seen canned strawberries? No? BECAUSE THEY TURN INTO SYRUP. They have to be "fresh strawberries, ooh la lah", unlike the canned fruit that's on the rest of the salad. And for health concerns, all of our food is the empty calorie-laden, GM corn and soy based food science marvels america has come to know and purchase. Is our food cost higher than that of a Taco Bueno? Yes. Is it worth paying 8 dollars for a salad? NO NO NO NO NO. I can barely justify eating there with a 65% discount, often because it is the only food I have available to me at the pay THEY ARE PAYING ME. It's a daily--yes, DAILY--occurrence that someone working at a place that sells food is hungry for their whole shift, and not enough money to eat anything.
Please teach yourself to cook. It's one of the best things you can do for your fellow man and yourself in modern America.
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It's not all bad, I've got a great wife! We used to eat really good, looks like that's gonna end soon. But we still eat pretty well!
And I have a few days off to write and figure out how to get a job I'm not completely ashamed of.
Ciao!
Eamon
Bank of America is doing a mighty fine job of ruining my life. I wake up feeling guilty for all the shit they put me through, making me feel like a thief for trying to eat breakfast in the morning. No more banks for me. Money is bad enough, fake money is worse. I can't afford to live only making $7.50 an hour. Yeah, $7.50, to pay for the insurance, house, electricity, phone(for the job), car(for the job), work clothes(job), food(survival)--all the stuff that I have to have lest I die of starvation and elements or get tossed in jail. Anyone who thinks how much money you make is "private" or "impolite for conversation" is just promoting a social tenant that allows people like the shareholders and managers of Panera Bread Co to pay me $7.50 an hour...Because my and many, MANY other people's disasterously low payscale is directly affecting our abilities to live a life beyond the indentured sharecropper status we've so cleverly masked.
It's a tough world out there, full of cops, bankers, and assistant managers. It's a strange feeling to root on the crashing lines on every chart in the section of the paper entitled "Money". I'm on the most abused rung of society, and I couldn't think of a more advantageous situation for plebeians like me than an economic depression. If you are getting anything or everything from your parents, trust me when I say that being "free" from them is not remotely worth it, and if it's your choice--don't.
I feel like I'm being chased, hunted, I've got something riding right up behind me, and it's screwing up my dreams at night.
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A word to the populace about Panera. Ever seen one of those Trolley-Buses? You know, the bus that looks like a trolley, but it's not a cable-car. Panera is to a Burger King what a Trolley-bus is to a regular bus. It looks nice and different, but it's not. They claim to be doing one thing, but they don't care whatsoever. The employees have emphasis on 2 things only: portion restriction and time. Get out whatever is barely "up to spec" and get it out as fast as you possibly can. Food safety is just whatever appeases the inspector, often only when he's there. Customer service is only on a complain-first basis. Speed FAR outweighs quality, employee morale, safety, cleanliness, customer satisfaction, and(oddly enough) even productivity.
As a company, they don't actually care about bread, people, meals, comfort, or any of that nonsense. They care about getting as much money out of YOUR pocket and putting it in THEIR pocket as possible. Having exceeded the requirements for a successful business scenario, the company presses on into profiteering, raising prices(oh yes, the are going up!), keeping wages at a BARE minimum, and purchasing substandard products anytime the consumer isn't looking.
That brings us to the food. Sure, anti-biotic free chicken meat. Fresh strawberries. Low-Fat dressing. They don't bother with the facts that the eggs are from cage-raised hens, with paper-thin, bleached shells and yolks so worthless they couldn't make a chicken if they wanted to. Ever seen canned strawberries? No? BECAUSE THEY TURN INTO SYRUP. They have to be "fresh strawberries, ooh la lah", unlike the canned fruit that's on the rest of the salad. And for health concerns, all of our food is the empty calorie-laden, GM corn and soy based food science marvels america has come to know and purchase. Is our food cost higher than that of a Taco Bueno? Yes. Is it worth paying 8 dollars for a salad? NO NO NO NO NO. I can barely justify eating there with a 65% discount, often because it is the only food I have available to me at the pay THEY ARE PAYING ME. It's a daily--yes, DAILY--occurrence that someone working at a place that sells food is hungry for their whole shift, and not enough money to eat anything.
Please teach yourself to cook. It's one of the best things you can do for your fellow man and yourself in modern America.
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It's not all bad, I've got a great wife! We used to eat really good, looks like that's gonna end soon. But we still eat pretty well!
And I have a few days off to write and figure out how to get a job I'm not completely ashamed of.
Ciao!
Eamon