For me it’s the fact that where I work the management don’t give a fuck about the staff and the fact that we got promised new equipment which we got but a week later they chained up to a rail so that only one shift can use it.
So let some steam off and talk about it.
how much capitalism has feasted on our youth as a society, our inability to protect our bodies against fast food, our nature against developers, our data against tech oligarchs, our democracy against corporations…all of it just us being young and naive as a society and unable to pull together for the greater good before greed driven leverage drank blood from our still warm bodies
Being real?
Half-assed motherfuckers that talk big shit, but won’t do a damn thing when someone else is taking the risk of trying to organize shit. Like, motherfucker, a year ago, you were all rage against the machine, now you’re fucking Taylor Swift.
Don’t talk shit out at the shooting range like you’re Mr Che Guevara jr, then be all piss baby when someone tries to get something moving. Wah, I can’t. Wah, maybe next weekend. Wah, maybe if you can get more people.
Fucking useless motherfuckers.
Like, you punk-ass little wimp, GTFO. Calling motherfuckers bootlicker and capitalist pigs until there’s an possibility of doing something. Fuck you, and fuck everyone like you
subordinates complaints about work place equipment
/joke
Pretty funny to be fair, that’s not the whole picture if you knew it all you’d be horrified lol
I work for a big fucking store that shouldn’t exist and it makes me mad every day.
Holidays are the worst. At Christmas the two big things we push are electronics and cheap chocolate, aka the two things almost universally made by slaves. Imagine your religion’s flagship holiday being a celebration of slave labor. Wild.
Every season we stock countless shitty synthetic t-shirts nobody’s going to buy, of some overrated cartoon character with a different accessory badly edited on. The amount of plastic going into landfills in the name of Stitch or Charlie Brown makes me sick to think about. Don’t come at me for calling them overrated, neither is worse intentionally destroying a planet for.
The amount of plastic waste we make on the job is awful, too. Half the time I bag an order, the bag splits and I have to grab another one. Do you think we’re always in reach of a recycling can? Nah, that shit’s going in the trash, along with the “paper” (plastic) we use to print our labels that misprint 90% of the time, the extraneous plastic bits that fall off the milk jug, and so on.
But it’s the best wage I’m getting. So I silently fume for eight hours every day while I contribute to the ruin of a planet I ostensibly love. Oh well!
I got gifted a bottle of home-made premium beer just for myself, but it’s bottled up in such a way that it’s still technically brewing, and so I’m not allowed to touch it for two weeks. That really frustrates me.
