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msfledermausIf you're not into another rant about the Inferno, please skip this post. I won't be offended...
...I've been having weird dreams lately....some of them involve my so-far-fruitless job hunting. Some involve the death of Hunter Thompson. Sometimes I have terrible dreams about being demoted somehow, sent back to even worse jobs with no benefits and being treated badly. Last night I dreampt of some weird Victorian saga; very Dickensian, with a poor boy trying to do well and make enough money to marry the girl he loves...
...I woke up with a sort of odd revelation...kind of a common-sense revelation, the kind I get best:P It's not just all the struggling people our current economy and society is hurting; it's the ecomomic future of that society too...all our wasted potential is a door that maybe should have led to something beneficial; something that grows and supports itself and the people around it better. Something that could keep an economy afloat. *looks rueful* Sorry about all the five-cent socioeconomic muttering; it's defintiely brought up by stress and frustration from working at the Inferno. Every day I work there I see whole departments getting cheated or lied to or getting the dangling carrot of better hours, better benefits, being valued for your work...I'm sick of watching people I like getting the damn football yanked away when I know that because of the broken promises they can't go to the doctor. Or they wonder if they'll make rent okay. Or they worry that they'll become homeless in their old age because they can't save anything.
It pisses me off...especially since most of what's going on, while pretty damn underhanded and incredibly unethical, is technically legal, or close enough.
I'm trying hard to vote with my feet. The Job market's still not giving me much, but I'm still trying to look out for things. Things for other coworkers, too...Maybe we can all get out and find something even a little better. Lately I've been thinking of maybe talking to a local coffee shop or something about reading Tarot a couple nights a week, stacking it onto my other job. I think if I stuck to a couple of weekday nights I'd still have a rest on the weekends...and it would be a boost getting paid for something I actually enjoy doing.
Meanwhile, I keep trying to keep my chin up. And keep having very strange dreams...
...I've been having weird dreams lately....some of them involve my so-far-fruitless job hunting. Some involve the death of Hunter Thompson. Sometimes I have terrible dreams about being demoted somehow, sent back to even worse jobs with no benefits and being treated badly. Last night I dreampt of some weird Victorian saga; very Dickensian, with a poor boy trying to do well and make enough money to marry the girl he loves...
...I woke up with a sort of odd revelation...kind of a common-sense revelation, the kind I get best:P It's not just all the struggling people our current economy and society is hurting; it's the ecomomic future of that society too...all our wasted potential is a door that maybe should have led to something beneficial; something that grows and supports itself and the people around it better. Something that could keep an economy afloat. *looks rueful* Sorry about all the five-cent socioeconomic muttering; it's defintiely brought up by stress and frustration from working at the Inferno. Every day I work there I see whole departments getting cheated or lied to or getting the dangling carrot of better hours, better benefits, being valued for your work...I'm sick of watching people I like getting the damn football yanked away when I know that because of the broken promises they can't go to the doctor. Or they wonder if they'll make rent okay. Or they worry that they'll become homeless in their old age because they can't save anything.
It pisses me off...especially since most of what's going on, while pretty damn underhanded and incredibly unethical, is technically legal, or close enough.
I'm trying hard to vote with my feet. The Job market's still not giving me much, but I'm still trying to look out for things. Things for other coworkers, too...Maybe we can all get out and find something even a little better. Lately I've been thinking of maybe talking to a local coffee shop or something about reading Tarot a couple nights a week, stacking it onto my other job. I think if I stuck to a couple of weekday nights I'd still have a rest on the weekends...and it would be a boost getting paid for something I actually enjoy doing.
Meanwhile, I keep trying to keep my chin up. And keep having very strange dreams...
