The "Jobs" Market

I walked by a Banana Republic today, and saw a thirty-something woman walking around aimlessly with a nametag on her shirt.

"What's this?!" thought I to myself...

But then I remembered my trip to Merchant's Tire and Auto. My trips. I don't want to cast aspersions. It may be my car that caused me to go back twice to have the alignment fixed. Maybe.

Or it may be that people are being forced to work in positions that mean nothing to them. To support an economy that has no real basis in anything (even, more and more, itself). They do tasks that dull the imagination, blunt the senses, enforce debilitating class separations and the habits engered therein.

I know. I've worked there.

I worked at your local copy shop. It was pure button-pushing. Push the button. Inhale the fumes (ozone mixed with toner). Stand under the lights. Lose your mind. Good night my friend. We're open 24 hours. We close at 8.

Most of us push buttons. It's just more or less obvious.

Corporations...

This continues the general Economy argument.

Have you worked in a Large Corporation?

Here is a place, where there is Plenty. Billions.

However, financial systems aren't directly tied to sales systems. Legal systems aren't tied to financial systems. Executive decisions aren't tied to legal systems.

In fact, none of it is truly connected, by anything other than phone calls and emails. That's odd!

The CEO says he doesn't need sales people.

Many seem to be more concerned with creating illusions of activity, than of actually accomplishing anything. Their focus is more on "gaming the system" than doing any real work.

How does a sane person continue in the face of obvious bullshit?

As I always say - The body follows the head.

Feminisim?

Chivalry?

Chauvinism?

Scams?!

Well, I went to lunch with a female friend the other day, and the waitress commented that she's "still getting used to this bullshit." I.e., of men and women paying separately.

You see, she was from Belarus. And my companion was from Siberia. So they were speaking in Russian.

My first reaction was laughter!

My second, was "Welcome to the Home of Capitalism!" You see, in this country, if you pay for something, you get something in return.

And we are only friends...

Nips so hard they cut grass...

Had to mention it