Down the Line

Moiling the drudge, the softening touch of Shangri-la, Xanadu, and Utopia seem quite distant. To find your happy place at work, one might have to cut and dig a little deeper. If only my standard-issue cardboard cutter was something more of a claymore. The idea of handing me any sort of long blade in a large, one floored building with but few exists might not be very beneficial to those around me.

In other words, less I confuse you, work sucks. Not just suck, but bite, blow, ramble, pinch, and titter like an annoying sorority girl, a much of an oxymoron that is. Things have only been getting worse.

An influx of new heads has been making business great, while on the other hand, this new clientele isn’t any different from the original. It weakens the spirit to know you are providing a service to a group of humans who cannot grant the same to society. A large majority of the customers earn their bread and potato chips by being unemployed. A simple government loophole allows those who do not work to get free stuff, thus granting in invulnerability to the drawbacks of inactivity. Call it shiftlessness, call it indolence; I call it good for nothing. I put the food on the shelves, they buy the food, they give me their government-protected legal tender, and when the time comes, I give it all back to them in my taxes. I pay them to shop where I work. We should advertise that.

Besides the Chenango County nincompoops, the sheer establishment of the workplace is beginning to face conflicts. The workers are uneasy, especially the ones who have been around longer. Hierarchy is a dangerous thing when mistreated. With great power should come great responsibility, in the words of Uncle Ben. A premier in charge of the blue collars should be responsible. In a tight-knit group that our little grocery store is, there needs to be trust; with the amount of nepotism and family-togetherness that goes on, this is true twice over. To play favorites is one thing, but to abuse your power over another is only right when it’s a practical joke, not a real working situation.

For instance, when the captain of his King’s troops march into battle, the captain should oversee the scenario. When things get dicey, and numbers dwindle, the captain should draw his weapon as well and earn his merit. Let’s just say that doesn’t happen at work, because that would inconvenience certain captains.



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