Category: Sooey Says
Take This Business Model – Please
So yesterday a woman came in to where I work and she was checking out the merchandise and we got to talking.
She’s been unemployed for over a year, tried to get her own business going, but it didn’t work out, and now she can’t find a job.
We were scaring each other with how bad it is out there. She’s getting desperate. I think if I could have given her my job I would have, and then gone out in search of one for myself. Having done it already, I probably have more confidence.
Also, the other day while out walking the dog, I realized that the Earth is my home, and that I have the right to be anywhere on it, because private property and borders are just made up nonsense.
I realized a while ago that I won’t ever have a good paying job again. The one I have now barely covers groceries (as I’ve said a gazillion times on this blog). And hours are going down because the private equity firm that owns the store has come up with a formula to pit wage costs against sales. Quality can only suffer so much before you lose the customers who only shop at your store because of it, so service, i.e. human resources, takes the hit.
It’s stupid, and even though I’m new to this particular game I can see that we’re all going to lose it in the end. People won’t get enough hours, and even though scheduling is random, making it difficult to get a second job, some people will still manage to get one. Eventually, they’ll leave altogether.
And once staff starts exiting at a certain rate, that’s it, no one who doesn’t have to will work there, which leaves people who have no choice. That’s what Conservatives think they want, of course, but once that’s how it is everywhere they’ll realize what a booboo they’ve made.
Not that they’ll admit it, or even care.
I read a piece today quoting the guy who wrote the report Pierre Poilievre keeps referencing when he claims we need a Fair Elections Act because of voter fraud. What a turnaround, eh? It’s not them who cheated, it’s us. Anyway, this guy says Pierre Poilievre is full of shit (he doesn’t put it that way) and his report doesn’t say that at all. He goes on to say of him, “He’s a bright guy, obviously.”
But he’s not at all, is he. He’s an idiot. Because only an idiot would subvert democracy, which is in no one’s interests at all, not even his own.
The store will go out of business anyway because the people who used to shop in it order online and new customers with disposable income aren’t replacing them.
Also, in spite of pretense, everything we sell is made in China.
I saw a report about jobs losses/gains, the unemployment rate holding steady. It’s all bullshit, though, because the only jobs out there are part-time and minimum wage. I still like my job, which I’m really good at, but it doesn’t matter because the business model is set to self-destruct.
I don’t know how people are managing. I’ve always been very frugal, squirreling away my pennies in good times, so I’m okay. Retirement and travel certainly aren’t in the cards, but that’s okay, too.
What’s going to matter more and more in the coming years is maintaining good health, I think, because healthcare services will gradually disappear and not be replaced with anything even remotely affordable.
It’s not necessarily grim, but I think older people will eventually stop bothering with treatment and just live with the various diseases we get until they die. I’ve often wondered what a real cost/benefit analysis of modern medicine would reveal.
In the meantime, I’m thinking of taking up meditation. There’s a woman in the United States who’s trying to become a real life version of Barbie. She says she’s learned how to go without food or drink and instead lives on air and light.
I hope she lives long enough to become the first President Barbie.
By the way, I think if the Russian hockey team had won gold at Putin’s Olympics – he wouldn’t be invading Crimea right now.
And that’s how it is, Saturday March 8, 2014.
Oh, Ottawa U, you.
Hello? Allan Rock? Are you in there?
Still not home, eh…
Okay, at the risk of getting the boot from Feminists R Us, for me it’s not the conversation between the student councilors that offends so much, although it’s pretty offensive, isn’t it – it’s the post-getting-caught threat of legal action against the subject of their slanderous rape fantasy.
Cripes, whatever happened to hiding your tail between your legs, lying low for a while, then changing your hairstyle and running for student union president an election or two from now.
Also, how deluded are young men these days, young men clearly destined for careers in politics, that they think a conversation on Facebook involving more than one person is by any stretch of their vivid imaginations – private.
Ah, I just answered my own question there, didn’t I. Destined for politics they are, aren’t they. After all, we all know how politicians and penises go together.
Like Weiners and weiners.
But call me an enabler or apologist or whatever (really, I don’t care, as long as you don’t call me because I don’t actually know how to answer my new phone it’s so fucking complimicated) I think the content of the conversation, because it was meant to be private, and because intent matters, should be categorized as grossly inappropriate.
Period. Full stop.
And I feel quite confident in asserting, not that I know anything at all about the young men in question, but I did read through the shaft filled conversation, that nothing was ever going to happen.
A sad case of verbal one-upmanship is what this was.
And I say all the above not because I don’t believe rape culture is real and that we shouldn’t be tackling it head on and all the time, but because I say lots of grossly inappropriate things in private – cripes, I say lots of grossly inappropriate things in public – and I can’t in all good conscience join the pile on here because privacy, intent, these things matter – to me.
On the other hand, I’m seriously curious as to who the weasel was who advised them to threaten legal action once their private conversation went public.
That’s the #Fail for me.
I have to admit to feeling uncomfortable watching the (admittedly brilliant) Jimmy Kimmel more or less roast Rob Ford the other night.
I only just watched it thanks to the miracle of the internet. Really, in spite of canceling cable I seem to paying Rogers more than ever these days.
It really is a mug’s game, this economy of ours, isn’t it.
Anyway, my problem with Jimmy Kimmel’s big joke on Rob Ford was that Rob Ford didn’t appear to be in on it. In fact, quite the contrary, he seemed to have no idea that he was the butt of it.
At least not until the end when Jimmy Kimmel turned concerned buddy to tell him that he needed to get help for his drinking and drugging problem.
Again, I’m not saying it wasn’t brilliant – and I guess it takes a comedian to reveal the ludicrousness of Rob Ford being mayor of one of North America’s most important cities – but it’s only a roast if the roastee knows it’s a roast.
Otherwise, isn’t it just an ambush?
By the way, is there any word on the woman who went missing around the time the story of the crack video broke? Call me obsessive but having been informed by the media that she went missing, I’m having a hard time not wondering if she’s been found, safe and sound, and that’s why there’s been no word back from the media on her whereabouts.
Won’t somebody somewhere please find out what happened to Jaclyn Dawe so I can stop wondering about her and whether or not Rob Ford was involved in her disappearance?
Thanking you in advance, all you Jimmy Olsens and Lois Lanes out there.
And why was Rob Ford referring to Jimmy Kimmel’s audience as taxpayers and inviting them to call him because he’ll get right on it? I mean, how deluded is Rob Ford? We know he’s in serious denial of a pretty major drug/alcohol abuse problem. He’s said many times that he doesn’t have a problem and/or that he can control it. I mean, not to go all AA about it but you don’t end up a punchline on every American comedy show because you’re in control of your addictions.
Does Rob Ford think he’s mayor of Los Angeles, too, now?
On the other hand, if fundraising for the family Ford is the idea, maybe it works out for Doug if Rob isn’t in control.
That’s what it looks like from where I’m sitting, anyway.
This is all just so wrong, isn’t it?
Apparently, National Post “staff”, by way of congratulating Sophie Gregoire and Justin Trudeau on the birth of their son, pointed out that his name, Hadrian, means homosexual anti-Semitic despot in Conservaglish.
But it’s not just National Post “staff” who have their knickers in knots over Sophie and Justin giving their innocent newborn son a name that means homosexual anti-Semitic despot in Conservaglish, I read a blog comment this morning that goes on and on and on about history and how Justin ignores it at his peril, and he can say goodbye now to the Orthodox Jewish vote.
Well, he can probably say goodbye to the Orthodox Jewish vote when Stephen Harper hits the campaign trail sporting side curls and a shtreimel.
I wanted to suggest that maybe it was Sophie’s Choice (the name, I mean) but humour doesn’t often translate well in blog comment sections.
Also, there’s nothing funny about the Holocaust, Sooey!
Sigh. Truer words. You’d think I wouldn’t have to spell them out for myself.
I also wanted to suggest that maybe it’s only Hadrian because Adolf starts with a vowel and Pol is too easily confused with Paul and… hm… what was Stalin’s first name anyway? Igor?
Shit! I just godwinned my own entry!
Also, there’s nothing funny about the Holocaust, Sooey!
You are so right, Sooey. Luckily for me/you, we only comment on one blog and we’re thinking of stopping doing even that because I, not you, want to learn how to knit (and purl, of course). And no, not because Sophie and Justin had another baby.
Seriously, enough already with the babies, Sophie and Justin, because I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but they can’t breathe the air in China (that Justin admires so much because in China a baby boy can grow up to become a dictator) and the Arctic ice is melting and the oceans are warming and California may as well be the Nevada desert, it’s so dry.
But enough about Hadrian (save yourselves the headache and drop the “H”, you crazy middle-aged kids, you, and tell little Adrian when he’s old enough to understand, that, as political luck would have it, Hadrian translated into homosexual – NOT that there’s anything wrong with that – anti-Semitic – there IS something wrong with that – despot – heh, nothing wrong with that as long as your name is Stephen Harper – in Conservaglish).
I am seriously tired of being insulted by a confirmed bachelor who lives with his mother and whose salary I pay just because I’m giving it away for free to a man who is not the father of my children.
NOT that I made the father of my children pay for it. Until, you know, I got a lawyer. And even then, I didn’t get even half of what I was owed.
But that’s not what this blog entry is about because this blog entry is about Jason Kenney who is right now with all the other tongue-movers and willy-shakers at the Manning Centre conference in downtown Ottawa, our nation’s glorious capital but also, increasingly, a city of un and under employment as a direct result of Alberta Conservatives like Jason Kenney.
The party last night, by the way, was at the publicly funded National Art Gallery, but you knew that, didn’t you, dear reader.
He insulted me, he insulted my children, he insulted my mother, he insulted every family in Canada, including the ones he would define as stable (not that the media has demanded a definition – yet – and I find that fairly egregious, too) when he made his version of lemonade out of lemons by spinning a flip/flop/flip into a moral judgement of the lifestyles of the very taxpayers who pay his salary and whose tax dollars he has publicly stated he will be reallocating based on who fucks who, when, and why.
Enough. He should not only be made to apologize, he should be made to resign. Basing public policy on who fucks who, when, and why, well, we may as well be China, mightn’t we.
Or have Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, at least.
Also, and this is where his logic, such as it is, really falls flat: if kids from “stable” families “do better” – why the hell do their parents need a handout, er, handup of public money while the rest of us pay for it in cuts to our public services?
So, Happy Birthday and (w)all, Hadrian, especially from Uncle Jason, because it looks like Mommy Sophie and Daddy Justin are all set to score yet another goodie courtesy your Conservative Party government of Canada and the unstable family of whores living down the street – way down the street.
Government by Confirmed Bachelor
Jason Kenney just made it clear via the Manning Centre conference currently plaguing Ottawa, that income splitting will be a go – for stable families.
Nothing like politicians more or less doling out our money to us with strings of moral priggishness attached, eh?
I think he should have to explain to taxpayers what he means by “stable”, don’t you?
I’d also like his explanation written into the policy for income splitting so that future generations of voters will know what passed for government in Canada in 2014.