Posts Tagged ‘pay

02
Feb
22

Swag Business…Business Swag; Chain of Discontent

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Every time I see a commercial for one of these companies that likes to print company logos on just about anything for bulk sale, I want to scream and throw things…including the items the companies feature in their ads. Water bottles, T-shirts, tote bags…ARGH!

It’s all such useless excess only wanted by people who love their workplace enough to use products stamped with the company logo. And, let’s be honest. How many employees can admit they love their workplace enough to want this stuff? If you DO love your workplace, why? It seems like a miracle if you work for a company that serves some unconditional moral purpose. Otherwise, it has to be your salary/income. You must get such sufficient pay that you are happy to wear the company swag like a badge of honor…or a weak attempt to earn a raise on your already pleasing pay.

Now, let’s consider all of the workers who do not love their workplace, who feel more distress than good and/or relief working there (or for a lousy boss). They don’t want the SWAG. So, what would they do with it, if offered some? Surely, it would end up in the trash. Wasteful. It’s a waste for the company to pass the stuff around to people who don’t appreciate it, and it’s a waste for the people who receive it to not use and dispose of it, carelessly.

I certainly have never loved a workplace enough to use swag with the company logo. I don’t think I’d even want the stuff if it was my own company. Why do I want or need to be seen drinking from a bottle that features my company logo? Advertising? Pathetic. Am I so lame that I need to walk around in stuff flashing the company logo? Isn’t the service and/or product the company offers good enough on its own? [Though, I wouldn’t put it past Phil Swift to wear a Flex Seal shirt, now and then. He seems like the sort who might do that.]

Ya know…this is sort of like the exercise-machine and game-show-consolation-prize disaster. People are sold on exercise equipment because someone beats them over the head to improve their health. But, a large enough portion of that sold/bought equipment goes unused because “good intention” quickly evaporates under a cloud of pre-existing laziness. And, how many game shows hand out prizes to the…well, losers…which go unused? Probably plenty. And, where do those consolation prizes go? They have to go somewhere. Do you know anyone who took home a consolation prize and actually enjoys using it? Do those prizes pile up in landfills? Fill resale shops? Get passed around as thank-you gifts by casual, careless business associates? What is the tragic fate of that last-ditch-effort-to-promote-some-smaller-business “merch?”

I almost forgot. There’s also all of that charity swag for donating a monthly premium to various causes, like military veterans who are lucky to be alive, kids who are born tragically handicapped and animals that may or may not have been staged to look…uh…near death. Most of the time, this swag includes a blanket, tote bag and/or T-shirt. And, have you ever seen anyone with any of this stuff? I have not seen a single sign of any charitable souls. Does that mean these charities get nothing? Or, are people not so bold to flash their swag? Is it possible the swag means nothing, at all, and gets thrown in the trash or…passed on to some other soul in need? Honestly, where does it all go? Where are all of the blankets and T-shirts? Does anyone have a story?

Lastly, in recent versions of these printed-swag company ads, there have been small additions of people provided with jobs by the companies, people packing boxes and loading trucks…so many happy little workers, all benefitting from factories bent on making things no one really needs more than items of higher quality with no trace of a logo on their surfaces. Yes. Those are fruitful careers. Not. That’s human labor of the very sort “smart guys,” right now, are working on replacing with robots. So, you see happy, smiling faces who won’t be smiling much longer if they get replaced with robots. And, why shouldn’t they be replaced? Those are lousy jobs for lousy merchandise.

Seriously. It’s enough to make me scream!

AAAAAUGH! END THE MADNESS! STOP MAKING, SELLING AND DISTRIBUTING CORPORATE SWAG!

AND, COMPANIES LIKE NIKE, STOP SELLING STUFF WITH YOUR LOGO FOR RIDICULOUSLY HIGH PRICES! IT’S JUST A PLAIN T-SHIRT WITH A CHECK MARK PAINTED UPON IT! THAT’S NOT A PICASSO OR VAN GOGH! IT’S WORTH 10 DOLLARS, TOPS! NOT 30!

And, breathe.

 

14
Dec
21

Lousy Ads Bolster WordPress Business; News at Never

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So, I just posted something on my cozy little internet space, here.  And, I see some blocked-out face, wearing a headset, on the right.  It’s an ad for…I don’t know.  Some company I couldn’t give a rat’s butt about; I only glance at it.  And, at the bottom of the page, there’s a somewhat shocking image of a guy on his back, spreading his legs to resolve an enlarged prostate situation.  Uh-huh.  Okay.

I get it, WordPress.  You need a way to prod us chatty cattle into paying rent.  So, why not shocking ads to upset stomachs?  Brilliant.  Is it?  I don’t know.  I suppose it’s only a matter of time before we all walk that fence.  Everything internet seems to start out free and easy before it becomes one more taxing task on the agenda.  I just shake my head and wonder where this will all lead.

In short, why are we here?

08
Sep
21

The Covid-19 Auction 2021

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Hi! Welcome to the Covid 19 Auction 2021. I’m your host, Lazy Spender. The auction has already started. I can hear a few people coughing and sneezing. Most of the bidders are seated apart at the recommended distance. I see two gentlemen with oxygen tanks. Not everyone is wearing a mask. AAAnd, someone just puked in that corner. Let’s check out what’s up for bid…

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Auctioneer: Our next item up for bid is a dose of the latest vaccine. It is NOT guaranteed to make you immune to the latest deadly variant. But, it will likely spare you from a large hospital bill.

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Lazy: Now, for those of you who are new to this venue, bidders voice offers they are willing to accept if they are granted the item up for bid. Auctioneers begin the bidding with the first offer provided by a particular sponsor who is prodding bidders to take the deal. The actual number of items available to distribute to the bidders remains unclear. Let’s get down to the action.

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Bidder 1: I’ll take a free donut–No! Wait! $100 and my *free* shot!

Bidder 3: Pfft! That’s pathetic. I’ll take a Subway gift card and let my barber give me the shot when I get my next haircut!

Bidder 5: Good luck. Like I’d trust a barber to give me the vaccine, while other customers sit around you in a cramped barber shop. I’ll take a Toyota Rav 4 and my shot!

Bidder 7: Are you here for the Oprah Auction?

Bidder 5: Yeah. Why?

Bidder 7: That’s in the other warehouse. Number 25.

Bidder 5: Oh! Whoops! Gotta go. Twenty-fiiive…

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Lazy: It looks like there are plenty of shots to go around. This could go on for a while. But, there are other tables with items up for bid. Let’s move to the next one where it appears jobs are being offered to the unemployed, including those who were hastily stripped of their sole source of minimal income when quarantine began. Any bidder who accepts the offer is welcome to claim their prize…because these companies are getting desperate for staffing.

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Auctioneer: I have a low-rank warehouse job with the promise of steady hours, insurance buying options, minimal sick-leave pay, vacation time to those who survive a trial period and a starting wage of $10 per hour.

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Bidder 9: *Cough*

Bidder 11: *Sniffle* *Cough* [Clears her throat.]

Bidder 13: …… [Cracks his neck.]

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Auctioneer: Uuuuh, I have the same job but with a starting wage of $16 per hour and a signing bonus of $500. Of course, with gas prices on the rise from devasting storms and warfare…and the remote location of the warehouse, there will be a bit of a drive, getting to work. I’m sorry, affordable electric cars are not yet a thing in this world.

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Bidder 15 (whispering to her neighbor, a fellow single mother): Is he serious?!

Bidder 17 (the other single mother, sitting with her brother from another mother): I wonder how much he’s being paid to run this thing. And, why isn’t HE wearing a mask?

Bidder 19: Unless it’s a posh Google job with a company car, I’m not budging. I heard someone got a job at McDonald’s with a free trip to college. Hmm! I’d say sign me up if I wasn’t sure I’d die from wearing a mask while working over a hot grill. And, NO one wants a burger made by someone who might be a carrier. Mmm-mmm. No, sir, ma’am or the other.

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Auctioneer: Alright, forget that one, for now. I-I have a position at Google…(looks directly at the bidder who said she wanted such a job, because there is no privacy at this auction)…with a starting wage of $25 per hour, access to a free workout room, cafeteria pass and use of a company car. It looks like someone just lost this cubicle when the quarantine of 2020 began. So, it hasn’t been certified as sterilized. But, we can look into that for you.

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Bidder 19 (projecting beams of hot red light from her eyes at the auctioneer): …..Still not good enough. I’m not boxing myself in a place like that when I don’t know if the fifty other people in the room aren’t fully vaccinated and wearing masks. And, even if they are vaccinated, there’s no guarantee I’m safe from getting terribly ill. Also, I don’t like needles. So, I’m tellin’ you all, right now. I haven’t gotten the shot. Not one, two or the other. So!

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Lazy: I-It looks like we have a tough crowd. And, bidding is stonewalled by a lousy healthcare system. Well, we’ve run out of time. If there IS a next time, join us, here, at the Covid 19 Auction 2021. Thanks for watching. Even if you didn’t enjoy this program, be sure to hit the LIKE button, below, on your screen. I’m your host, Lazy Spender. Goodnight and get vaccinated. Don’t wait.

(whispers to camera operator Glen) Cut the camera! Get me OUT of here. I haven’t gotten MY shot. And, this place is making me SICK!

Camera operator Glen: Uuuh. How do you turn this thing off, again?

Lazy: It’s a smartphone, Glen! It shouldn’t be that–! *groan* Here. Give me the damn–!

Pfft! [TEST PATTERN AND SILENCE, FOLLOWED BY A NUMBER OF GIF VIDEO LINKS TO OTHER LAZY SPENDER APPEARANCES, INCLUDING A PIE THROWN IN HER FACE AND A SUPPOSED SWIMSUIT MODELING SESSION, ACCORDING TO THE CAPTION, THOUGH THE IMAGE ONLY SHOWS GLIMPSES OF HER FACE FROM DIFFERENT ANGLES.]

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01
Jul
14

Pay for Insurance; Forget Responsibility?

In recent USA news, health insurance has been a major source of discussion/concern. One particular company has been highlighted for religious values conflicting with general political procedure as well as for covering the cost of certain provisions and not others, namely birth control. I don’t know if it is part of the joke or true, but I heard Viagra is one of the provisions paid for by the company. What sense does this make?

That’s like saying…

“I won’t protect you from gun shots, but have a free assault rifle.”

“I won’t drive you home from the bar, but have a few free drinks.”

[Anyone else want to throw one in here? I’ll add it to the list.]

I’m not the most religious person yet I see the impact of careless sexual behavior. And, no birth control method has been proven (to me) foolproof. Despite man’s quest for the ideal machine/chemical formula, we’re still Einstein without the end-all-be-all equation to being. So…

The point is…people need to control themselves regardless of what money or some company/workplace provides (at cost). More SELF-control and less ARTIFICIAL control (chemical/financially costly). If you can’t keep your pants zipped and your “retirement” safe from draining lifeforms, it’s your own lack of sensible planning/decision-making. Why waste so much time, money, resources and energy on debating what people won’t do for themselves? Screw all this B.S. about what’s covered and not. And, stick it up your rears, you who make medical/health care so complicated and costly. If I won’t help myself, why should I trust or pay you to help me if all you care about is the financial cost? If we’re all taxed too much, what good are we doing each other or ourselves?

13
May
14

Fabroom! The Toxic Solution to All of Your Problems

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Fabroom by MIGA (Make It Go Away)

 

If you believe it works, you’ll pay anything to spray your cares away.
‘Got a foul odor you want eliminated?
‘Got a relative you want out of your home?
‘Got a pet you regret letting through that door and now want out of your life without finding it a better home?
‘Got a rash or mass of unwanted tissue growing on your body from some other product you tried to make something go away?

Try Fabroom by MIGA!

It’s fortified with Keepyoubuyitol. So, you know it works (on your bank account).
And, if you suffer any side-effects, contact us so we can prepare our lawyers. You’ll also be saving us calls from all those pesky organizations–the fake and genuine ones–seeking to shut us down for wrongful lab testing on animals (and people like yourselves).

28
Sep
13

I Just Can’t Get “Stupid”

Watching people do foolish things in the same movie I’ve seen almost a half-dozen times now, I am struck with a notion about my own life and the world around me. I think of countless lives going through the same paces: lame conversations, political and religious squabbles, lousy excuses for entertaining oneself with what’s considered popular or current entertainment, pathetic pick-up lines, drunken mishaps, online dating, blind dates, arranged dates, hours upon hours of casual sex, friends with benefits, one night stands, more lame conversations injected with comparisons of body parts and intimate activities taken way too leisurely (instead of seriously), drug use and abuse, dares and contests demanding impressive results, mistaken tattoos and painful piercings, bad relationships ended in all sorts of unpleasant ways, divorce, abortion, multiple marriages, single parenthood, forsaking one’s religion/faith from any number of the previous weighing too heavily on the conscience and essentially declaring oneself a lazy “spiritual” person or atheist, alimony, child support, “pre-nups”, “post-nups”, jobs that don’t pay emotionally and financially, unpredictable insurance and retirement plans, etc. etc.

All of the above are things “most” people do as part of “the norm”. Not one of them can I commit so casually without a heap of discomfort amassing in my gut. And, upon once more realizing this boundary that separates me from “most” people, I am–yet again–discouraged from “entering the game”.

If someone explained the rules of chess to you, and you decided they were too complicated; how would you feel if everyone you saw around you was suddenly playing that very game? Imagine being the only deaf or blind person in your city, state or country, not knowing how to convey the full nature of your life experience to another living soul without fear of misunderstanding, isolation/segregation or something far worse.

How many cases in history were resolved horribly or violently/lethally from misunderstanding? Do I really want to be one of those cases simply because I don’t “go with the flow”? Can you begin to–if not already–understand how difficult it can be to wake up every day with little to no interest in doing any of those things previously listed while the rest of the world around me expects me to do just that if I want to “belong”?

I imagine myself driving a stick-shift car and not being able to downshift to that lower gear everyone else on the road around me uses to “get by”. I see them all pass me by either hastily or leisurely. And, there I sit in the middle of traffic, being honked at and unable to get my vehicle moving. I am a heartbeat away from a horrible accident. And, it has me on edge to the Nth degree. If I lose another minute, I could be dead. I need to get myself in gear and merge with traffic. Wait. I just need another–

I’m more content being of service to people as I find them and utilizing my creativity to its fullest. But, presently, that’s not filling in all the necessary boxes of a “normal” life. It’s not “financially sound” or “relationship savvy”. And, that worries me.

If you see someone stuck on the side of the road with his “blinkers” on, it’s probably me, not going anywhere. I just can’t get “stupid”.

 

[Disclaimer:  I use the word “stupid” as a substitute for mistaken and/or erroneous.  No one wants to be called stupid.  But, we all should know when we’ve made a mistake. And, I am a stubborn perfectionist.]




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