I H8 Wage Slavery!

That Nor’easter, she gonna blow! The fall in Boston finally got fed up with all this beautiful… ness! And just like that, it’s winter. We got the 3 coats of epoxy on the toe-rails, we got ’em sanded and we got that thick coat of “Bristol Beige” on ’em, and then that Nor’easter blew… It kicked up to 50 knots and damn near tore our finger pier off. The starboard side holding-bolt on the finger pier broke off thus causing the finger to drop about a foot, knocking our fender out of the way causing the pier to slam in to our newly rebuilt toe-rail on the port side… The sound was unmistakeable. Later that day, I’m at my wage-slave gig, I get a call from the marina telling us they’d moved our boat to the T-head by the bridge in front of the big hotel. Ok… Safe there for now, we go rollicking for our 18th anniversary! When I get back to work on Monday I discover they have finally fixed the leak in my work office that has been drizzling ooze, Whole Foods Market Juice if you will, on my desk, head and paperwork for the last four months. They fixed it! Hooray! When I go to move my work computer back into the office the STL (corporate speak for store team leader) informs me that they are, from that moment on, going to reallocate my office to “other store needs”. I wrote a letter to my regional coordinator (RC) telling him that I just got my job under control and the STL, without notice, turns around and makes my job harder by taking away my work space. I told him that my new work space was a ergonomic train-wreck and that this really was the last straw,[…]

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