Saturday, November 10, 2012

The WORST JOBS EVER! (re-blog 07' STILL relevant))

There are three jobs that I would never want to have.  You might think of them as jobs, but I see these same people day in and day out, doing the same shit.   I ain't never doing that shit.  NOT NEVER!!! 

Crackhead, drunks, and Dope dealers keep some long hours.  I would never want to have any of those positions.  Think about it.  When I'm out trying to carpe diem (seize the day) at 4-5 am, who's there? 
Crackheads:

Standing on the corner waiting for who knows what, walking back and forth looking at you like YOU called their name--- then walking away really fast again, searching for rocks and other drug debris on the curb and in bushes, where the dope boys hang out, pushing a grocery cart and trying to sell you useless stuff, trying to borrow shit that ain't borrow-able (a shoe lace, one battery, a plastic hanger, a dvd case--not the dvd, just the case), falling asleep looking like a broken marionette---

then waking up suddenly and scaring the shit out of people, riding the bus singing and asking for money, and all of the rest of that crackish shit that they do. 
It's a nowhere job.
1. The pay sucks.  It costs you more than you earn, if you can even can even manage to earn anything in your life, between all of the other crackhead shit you have to do.
2.  There's no benefits and chance for upward advancement. 

When, your lips are cracked and dry, there's no free chapstick in the breakroom. There's usually two basic levels: crackhead and crackwhore. There's no senior level crack house supervisor positions available.  Although, maybe a regular crackhead is better than a crack whore, but then again not really, because at some point in time, depending on circumstance, and crackhead could potentially be a crack whore, and vice versa.  DEAD END JOB.
3.  The hours are KILLER.  You're always working---wroking to get that next high, which is (so I hear) never as good as the first one.  Then you achieve a good enough high, only to come back down and have to start from scratch again.  You do sometimes have required vacations, but their usually NOT fun---

rehab and jail (withdrawal and looking raggedy).


Dope Dealers 
You might see some fly guys and fake ballers, but the risk is too heavy.  DC remember Rayful Edmonds. 

They might not get you now, but they WILL get you.  
1. Pay---depends on you, but you always owe someone, or someone is just out to take yours. Your risk is way HEAVY.
2. Upward Mobility: yeah,there are levels, but the stakes are high for even the entry ones.  You're a lowly peon? You fuck up? ---an example could be made of you.

You high in the chain---everybody wants a piece of you, either

or

3. Dope boys work some long ass hours.  They usually have to be on their feet, like hairdressers all day AND they have to work in the elements like prostitutes--- "RAIN, SLEET, OR SNOW, BITCH BETTA HAVE MY MONEY!!!" They're always subject to harrassment during work, from neighbors who don't want them in their community, and police. Then, think about it.  They gotta be up before the crackheads and out late for the crackheads. That's alot to deal with.
Drunks

Their hours are a little more normal, but again only because sleep comas and black outs inevitably will come.
1. The pay is minimal and depends on circumstances--- the daily drunks are usually relying on some sort of income, disability money, social security money, government subsidy street exchange (you know, they let you use their food stamp card in exchange for cash), or panhandling--- which CAN be hard work.  If you work, the you probably spend half of the days work on a 5th of Hennessy. Then you'll probably lose the rest of your money betting people that you CAN do shit, "Cuz I ain't muh-duh- fuckin' jrunk!" OR You'll probably get robbed, 'cause you're drunk, or just lose the shit PERIOD-- 'cause  you're drunk.  So, you see, no money in this!!!!!
2.  There is no room for advancement, unless you're talking about the advancement of cirrhosis of the liver.

   
Unfortunately, the more advanced, the lower your position. Of course you could go from stumbling and mumbling to falling and brawling, and sometimes vice versa (between blackouts)----but neither of them are good.  You could even turn into a drunken whore or possibly end up a prison whore (um....butt rape)

See, no upward mobility---unless your talking about upchuck.

Once again....
3. The hours vary, and pretty much depend on the kind of drunk you are.  If your a working alcoholic, meaning you actually go to a job, then get blitzed when you get off--THAT'S OVERTIME!!! If you're a park bench drunk or full-time drunk, it could be an all day/all evening affair.  Wake up, get buzzed, afternoon plastering, park bench/bus stop/street corner blackout nap, wake up, return to buzz, etc..... A VICIOUS CYCLE--SWEATSHOP HOURS!!!

No benefits.  No free replacement drawls for when you piss your pants in your drunken stupor.
 I don't want to do none of this shit, EVER!!!!
NOT NEVER!!!!


...I'm Spent!