We all have had crap jobs at one point (or more) in our life, whether it is fast food or telemarketing or teenage male prostitute. Certain jobs can really be tough on one’s pride while others can test one’s stamina. Sometimes a really sucky job can be both. Down here in the Dirty South, being one of those Hispanics holding a sign during the summer’s hottest day advertising some inconsequential furniture sale is a good example of that. I never see a liquid bottle near them so they must be thirsty, have tired legs, and probably half-dizzy from all the automobile carbon monoxide fumes, not to mention the derisive stares from spoiled punk teenagers. On the flip side, weather-wise, the picture below, taken from yesterday’s New York Times, shows a guy, Dominic Brister, who was doing a 12 hour shift in Milwaukee for a tax preparation firm. The high temperature yesterday in Milwaukee was 8.
Hey, we all do things for money and at least this guy is trying to earn a living, albeit an extremely sucky one. He’s not a freeloader like a lot of people in our country but, for me, if one of my few options for pay is to stand outside in subzero weather for 12 hours, dressed up like a FEMALE statue, I’ve got to seriously consider other warmer options such as gay porn. At least you’re in a heated room (supposedly) while being filmed. This poor guy’s balls, along with the rest of his skin, must have matched the color of his clothes by the end of a day freezing his arse off in Packerland.
Another photo in the Times yesterday was too good to not share. I’ve never been one of those “foodies” who goes to the trendiest restaurant in order to be overcharged for ambience. A new place in New York, which was panned by the paper for way overpriced food (even though it was kobe and waygu beef, but $300+ entrees still are ludicrous even by New York standards), but their designing gimmick is rather scary, creepy, and quite dangerous all at the same time.
As you can see in the photo below, the main room’s ceiling is adorned with 2,000 samurai swords, all with the pointy part facing downwards at the clientele!!! I would hope that whoever hung these up and fastened them was at least semi-competent (sobriety would also be a good trait), but I still get a creepy feeling that one of those swords isn’t hanging quite like the other 1,999 or 1,998 others and is ready to fall. Do they have higher insurance rates for this since there’s a better chance of being impaled by a sword (customer and employee) than there is at your average restaurant?
