The grocery/retail worker Union in my city sucks for newbs. Takes a large chunk of your paycheck every two weeks until you gain seniority after 24 months, then you can be a lazy bastard as much as you want.
It's odd, after years of washing dishes for a job I can't stand the smell of garlic or onions when it is coming from the grease left over on a plate or cook wear, but when they are first being cooked the aroma makes my mouth water.
It sounds like an old wives tale, and maybe I'm naturally resistant, but if I consistently press my tongue to the roof of my mouth as I chop onions, I do not cry.
My goal is to greet everyone in the morning at my new job.
I'm liked well enough for my knowledge and how hard I work at my current position, but I was still shell shocked from quarantine when I started and avoided eye contact and conversation.
At this point I'm fairly certain everyone thinks I'm differently abled.
The curly perm thing was big in the 90s. It's just come back around because kids have seen what their idols of the past dressed like.
It is funny to hear stories about teenage Bros that clandestinely get curly perms from hairdressers so their boys don't think they're feminine salon rats.
I give absurd humor, even if it seems low effort, a pass.
Imagine how gross/dumb Monty Python sketches were to the Lost Generation. How much did The Kids In The Hall rile up Boomers?
How terrible does early South Park and Beavis and Butthead look to me now that I have a couple decades to reflect on them.
Zoomers are potentially the most existentially detached generation we have seen in a while, and I'm excited to see what they create, if my old Xennial ass lives that long.
The grocery/retail worker Union in my city sucks for newbs. Takes a large chunk of your paycheck every two weeks until you gain seniority after 24 months, then you can be a lazy bastard as much as you want.
Unions are great, some suck.
I should've been a teamster, so lazy and surly...