My first job was at 15 years old, as a busboy at a mom-and-pop steak/lobster/Italian food restaurant. I was paid $16 a night plus a free meal. No tips, because the waitresses (including the owner's own sister) worked only for tips. No salary. I would often have to work late, washing pots and dished because the actual on-duty dishwasher spent all his time at work on the phone, talking to either his girlfriend of his hoodlum friends. (He later wound up doing 25 years for armed robbery. His hoodlum friends fingered him as the ringleader.)
I did that for a year, and when I quit I vowed to myself that I would work hard and get good grades so that I could graduate, attend college, and get a good job where I would never have to do that again. One of the reasons I don't enjoy eating at buffet-style restaurants is because I sure as hell don't want to bus a table - even my own - for free.
I looked 'em up on the web and they're not marketing their drink as a "soda" any more, now it's "sparkling water" or some such. And they've branched out from the original grapefruit to three other fruit flavors. But anyway, they apparently decided to leave the soft drink market and go into the "lightly flavored carbonated water" market instead.
It was 11 years ago. I very much regret not pursuing it when there was something I could do about it. I didn’t know *how* to do something about it, which is obviously what they’re always counting on.
A single summer job in women's clothing at a department store was enough to remind me to not shit on retail workers and instead be a decent human being to them. I never worked in the food industry and may god bless those who did/do, because I can't imagine worrying about my tips on top of everything else.
Also, carpal tunnel as a disability is so debatable that I assumed I wouldn’t come out ahead. I mean, it’s *definitely* a disabling condition, and I eventually ended up with permanent nerve damage in my hands even after surgery, and there’s shit that I can’t do even post-surgery (which helped immensely), but…My grandma DID get disability for hers, but she was in one of two professions acknowledged to cause it (she was a presser in a textile mill; the other profession is jackhammer operator). I just assumed I would be told no and didn’t even try.
On the one hand, I hate shopping on line, especially for things like clothes. On the other hand, I just rest my chin on my hand and dream of a world where we don't buy as much shit.
With the additional, "You should be damn lucky you even have a job!"
Probably in some third-world country where cyclamates aren't banned.
Yeah. Kinda like voting. Or free speech. Or public safety.
My first job was at 15 years old, as a busboy at a mom-and-pop steak/lobster/Italian food restaurant. I was paid $16 a night plus a free meal. No tips, because the waitresses (including the owner's own sister) worked only for tips. No salary. I would often have to work late, washing pots and dished because the actual on-duty dishwasher spent all his time at work on the phone, talking to either his girlfriend of his hoodlum friends. (He later wound up doing 25 years for armed robbery. His hoodlum friends fingered him as the ringleader.)
I did that for a year, and when I quit I vowed to myself that I would work hard and get good grades so that I could graduate, attend college, and get a good job where I would never have to do that again. One of the reasons I don't enjoy eating at buffet-style restaurants is because I sure as hell don't want to bus a table - even my own - for free.
Then I came in my pants
I've said this before, but it still bears repeating. I have worked for FOUR different unions and two of the weren't worth crapola. Two were.
nope. starting wage at all of them
I looked 'em up on the web and they're not marketing their drink as a "soda" any more, now it's "sparkling water" or some such. And they've branched out from the original grapefruit to three other fruit flavors. But anyway, they apparently decided to leave the soft drink market and go into the "lightly flavored carbonated water" market instead.
It was 11 years ago. I very much regret not pursuing it when there was something I could do about it. I didn’t know *how* to do something about it, which is obviously what they’re always counting on.
All the CISSP guys!
Big stadium, I guess, given who he's claiming he's going to bring in.
Or, you know, a kitchen with a table and three chairs, if you wanna plan on who's gonna show.
Retail is just as bad as it seems. They would sell organs or your body if they could.
Fuck literally all retail work.
FUUCK those state Governments.
Why did they left her come back?
A single summer job in women's clothing at a department store was enough to remind me to not shit on retail workers and instead be a decent human being to them. I never worked in the food industry and may god bless those who did/do, because I can't imagine worrying about my tips on top of everything else.
Also, carpal tunnel as a disability is so debatable that I assumed I wouldn’t come out ahead. I mean, it’s *definitely* a disabling condition, and I eventually ended up with permanent nerve damage in my hands even after surgery, and there’s shit that I can’t do even post-surgery (which helped immensely), but…My grandma DID get disability for hers, but she was in one of two professions acknowledged to cause it (she was a presser in a textile mill; the other profession is jackhammer operator). I just assumed I would be told no and didn’t even try.
On the one hand, I hate shopping on line, especially for things like clothes. On the other hand, I just rest my chin on my hand and dream of a world where we don't buy as much shit.