This is such a perfect piece of propaganda for so many reasons. No one besides the most indoctrinated neoliberal would read that and not do a double-take. I smash the reblog button when I see this, every time without hesitation, but really we should be duplicating this and spreading it in our communities.
Client: Yes, we’re just here for the rabies shot.
Me: Ok. Everything looks great on exam, let’s get the vaccine and then you can go.
Client: Oh. Can you cut her nails?
Me: Sure. We can do that.
Client: What about the vomiting?
Me: I’m sorry?
Client: She vomits. Every day at least 3 times.
Me: oh, you didn’t mention that-
Client: Also she’s itchy. She scratches her ears all the time. I think she has a food allergy because she gets hives after she eats.
Me: We definitely need to address those things. Let’s book you a longer appointment slot because-
Client: Were getting a new puppy so actually we need all of her vaccines done. I can’t come back, the puppy flies in tomorrow. I need it now.
Me: There is no way we can address everything today, I’m sorry. And if she’s ill we shouldn’t vaccinate her.
Client: Doesn’t matter. I have to pick my son up from lacrosse in 10 minutes so we’ll just have to come back. So we didn’t really do anything today so it’s no charge?
the concept of yelling at employees is so alien to me, like a retail worker could fucking stab me and id probably still thank them for their time
as a person who works in retail, the nicest customers are always teenagers or people in their twenties. I have never once had an issue with millennials.
Older people have no manners when it comes to retail workers
I have but it’s always been the spoilt rich kids. You can practically smell their soccer mom’s scent lingering around them as they scream and bitch and throw a fit.
i’m
not sure if rage or heartbreak best sum up my initial reaction to the
terrible garment industry facts i just learned. so. fashion industry
giants don’t pay their workers (the people who create the actual
garments) living wages, and that’s not news. but – take a wild guess –
how much more would an H&M garment have to cost in shop in order
for this fast fashion giant to pay the textile workers a living wage? . .
the answer is $0.6 – 60 cents !!! i gasped when reading. the average
worker in an H&M factory in bangladesh makes $86 per month. living
wage there is $189. so for a measly $0.6 increase in garment price to
the consumer, wages could double and then some.
H&M’s gross
profit in 2016 was $11794691075. (103,167 million swedish crowns). i’m
… speechless, bewildered. what on earth is this human cruelty and
greed, how deep does it go and how are so many of us complicit in lining
the pockets of shareholders? what is a shareholder anyway, they aren’t
sewing anything, why should they be paid? why is it that as long as
something happens a plane ride away (and perhaps to people of a
different skin colour, though i promise H&M’s white european workers
in bulgaria, romania, turkey are NOT having a party either) we do not
give a damn? boycott fast fashion now, just do it, i’m not usually one
for incendiary political language but really, please, don’t buy it.
H&M is actually one of the more decent fast fashion stores which
makes this even worse.
what can we do? not be complacent, and
believe in change. question everything. this is just an economical
system, one of many possible ones. paradigms have shifted before and can
shift again! boycott, ofcourse. support makers who create in ethical
ways without abusing others and harming the earth. ‘put pressure on
clothing stores to pay a living wage’ is often suggested as well but i
whole heartedly disagree – this pressure is already there, it’s a waste
of your energy and it’s only making the corporations create smoke and
mirrors to keep us happy and consuming. instead, make not paying living
wage illegal and enforce it. ban import on these products, enforce that
too. put pressure on politicians. people who turn a profit based on
human suffering and destroying the planet belong in jail, period.
i found the link to this information via Sara Bergmark Elfgren, tack sara. i’m more resolved than ever to do something about this. let’s do it together.
a living wage is defined as the
minimum income necessary for a worker to meet their basic needs. this is
not the same as subsistence, the biological minimum for survival. it’s
being able to feed yourself properly, for living a life in dignity and
to be able to make actual life choices of your own. no living wage =
poverty trap.
I’ve heard a lot of advocates of inclusion say things like “kids with disabilities work twice as hard as everyone else” or “my employees with Down’s syndrome never come in late or take a day off.”
This sounds like praise, but it isn’t.
The time disabled people spend working twice as hard as everyone else has to come from somewhere.
There are reasons why kids aren’t in school every waking moment. There is a reason why vacation time exists and why it’s normal to be late occasionally.
People need rest. People need leisure time. People have lives and needs and can’t do everything.
Being disabled doesn’t erase the need for down time. Being disabled doesn’t erase the need for play, or for connections to other people.
Working twice as hard as everyone else all the time isn’t sustainable. Praising disabled people for doing unsustainable things is profoundly destructive.
People with disabilities should not have to give up on rest, recreation, and relationships in order to be valued. We have limited time and energy just like everyone else, and our limitations need to be respected.
It is not right to expect us to run ourselves into the ground pretending to be normal. We have the right to exist in the world as we really are.
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
Our CHO sent an email suggesting we wear “ a sombrero or other Mexican hat” today. Sent an email to HR and had a meeting with them that resulted in nothing. They said it’ll be a learning experience but they won’t retract the email and for today I’ll have to be the “bigger person and take it with a grain of salt” but it won’t happen next year.
I wore this sign to work today, nearly all of the employees I spoke to found the email offensive and appreciated my sign. The CHO himself served me at our employee event and didn’t say anything about it.
Bigger person? Not today white devil
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