kestrel91316
I had the strangest, most vivid nightmare last night - it seems like it
must have been rooted in economic fears.
I was working at Target at a huge mall somewhere. But it wasn't a retail job - I was sewing decorative pillow covers along with dozens of other women. But it wasn't a proper assembly line - we all just got handed fabric and pins and needles and scissors and such and were expected to know how to cut out and sew the piecework. I felt completely out of the loop. My sewing machine wasn't even set up yet.
I struggled to do the work, and got yelled at by some obnoxious and unsympathetic supervisor, and for some reason I left my work station (potty break?), but when I tried to return i couldn't fine the part of the store where we were working. I spent the rest of the night wandering through Target (the hugest one on the planet) and the mall (undergoing renovation, and the hugest one on the planet), trying to get back to my work station. I eventually found it, and there was a note from the supervisor that I was fired for deserting my job.
Frightening and demoralizing, and the most vivid dream I've had in years. But imagine how the REAL pieceworkers feel, and what daily pressures they are under.........
I dream of an endless plate of ribs...they dream DickensianSeriously...it's not enough that they spend all day whining about non-issues. They worry about them in their sleep, too. What a bunch of mentally ill losers. I paraphrase a joke:
A DUmmy goes to a psychologist to figure out how to control his unending bouts of political rage. The psychologist notes the fascination with pee, poop, gays, and the human rectum and decides to give a Rorschach test.
The first blot is shown, and the DUmmy says, "That's a 10-year-old Vietnamese girl being beaten so she'll sew faster!"
The next blot is shown, and the DUmmy howls, "That's Larry the Cable Guy defecating in Martin Luther King's wife's mouth while he's forced to watch!"
Another blot is shown, and the DUmmy trembles, "Oh my GODS! That's Cindy Sheehan using President Obama's Nobel medal as a butt plug!"
The final blot is shown, and the DUmmy explodes with rage. "That's the last straw. Michelle Obama sitting at a table of gorillas playing Texas Holdem is BAD ENOUGH, but you have her going ALL IN with 2-7 offsuit!"
The DUmmy runs off, and the psychologist chuckles at the realization that some people can't be fixed.
The next morning, the psychologist arrives at his office to find several hundred people sitting around his office complex, banging drums, setting up tents, buying and selling drugs, and videotaping each other. Just then the DUmmy jumps up and yells, "YOU SEE? YOU SEE WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU HAVE FREEPER PORN IN YOUR OFFICE?
YOU GET OCCUPIED, MOTHER****ER!"