Yah man, keep the hairnet. I got a coupon for the local joint $4 off a haircut. Ill bring it over 2:10.

I worked a job in a brake caliper manufacturing plant. They made you wear hairnets. A hair in the rubber boot around the piston wont let it seal properly and can cause people to die. I did half a shift and left at lunchtime. The job was ridiculously fast. 

 Ain't no Future in being a brown nosing company man, unless you own the company.

Clock in...do what you have to..clock out.

Younger people get fed that hard work pays off bullshit, older people know better.

Many factors determine if you move up or not and unfortunately just working hard is not one of them.

One word, Nepotism. 

 Hanging a ceiling by yourself, ok, it's called a T. 

Usually the sheetrock you hang is far less thinner and lighter than what you put on your walls. Measure, cut, hang, mud, sand,texture then on to painting. Fuck paying someone to do that, unless your wanting specialty or custom work done.

So lemme get this straight, Drunkalo, you can hang sheetrock yourself but need AAA to come change your flat tire for you?

Something's not adding up here brotha.

I have changed all of my tires but one.. similar to your story, Drunk, my jack was rusted/frozen shut and it was too dark, cold and dangerous on that I-95 highway to do much else.... long (and funny) story short, a cop sort of helped me out but there is much more to that tale.

Anyway, I agree with you about "hard work" there, Kara. I wasted most of life trying to "hard work" my way to something better. I neglected my intelligence and street smarts, kind of always subconsciously thinking that I should just work myself to a pulp to do an honest day's labor. What a crock of shit lol... some of the hardest jobs I've ever had, like janitor, grinder, truck driver, etc were 50x harder than what I do today but I got paid almost nothing. I did these jobs for years and years. I always thought that it was ME that was the problem. But I knew that I was the "hardest worker ever" , and was just straight perplexed. I sold some shrooms here and there, but I didnt do it on a mass level. I never could do shit, like travel or go on a fun vacation. 

Turns out it was simply the upstate NY economy, and also me being unwilling to let myself use my brain instead of my physical attributes. I could blame my dad for all of this (he instilled the "hard work or nothing" mentality in me and always relegated educated people as faggots), but I dont. It is all my own fault. I tried to escape NY once and did well for a bit. Unfortunately that was cut short by terrible experiences in North Carolina, but that's another story. . . This time I escaped to Colorado and sell weed legally. I make more money overall than the other jobs, and the only heavy lifting I do is ounces of herb lol.

However, this is paradoxical, as well... I love my job but it has it's many issues. I also get much more mentally exhausted than physically, which takes some getting used to. It is not AT ALL an easy job. I just make it look easy, because I've been doing it almost t years and I school it. New hires observe me as customers first and think that it's just as easy as I come across. Then they typically cannot handle the job requirements or they let their personal vices get the better of them. Like any other gig, really.

This thread made me think about life and how aside from training and one day I've never really worked a McJob. 
"Oh, So you're too good to work fast food." Yeah, I am. So is anyone with at least a GED and some common sense.

Like holy shit, If the best job you can get is fast food or factory work, MOVE.  
Use your brain, It's way less work and the pay is much better. 
I miss making $3,000 a month for sitting on my ass and helping stupid people. 

David_Black said
This thread made me think about life and how aside from training and one day I've never really worked a McJob. 
"Oh, So you're too good to work fast food." Yeah, I am. So is anyone with at least a GED and some common sense.

Like holy shit, If the best job you can get is fast food or factory work, MOVE.  
Use your brain, It's way less work and the pay is much better. 
I miss making $3,000 a month for sitting on my ass and helping stupid people.   

That's just it, people get complacent and are willing to live out they're lives in an economically stressed environment because either their family has lived in that one place for years or because their too chicken shit to take the plunge and strive for something better.

Well shucks, my granddaddy was a coal miner, so was my daddy, that's what I'm going to be, and hopefully my son continues the legacy.

SMDH. 

It's a mental illness.

America is a BIG place, as well as the rest of the world, don't have a defeatist attitude and anything is possible.

Most Americans live the opposite of The American dream. Minorities come to this country, from third world countries, open up a business and actually live out that philosophy. Why? Because they realize how special and unique this place is compared to their homeland while a lot of natives here just submit and become part of the machine.

This place has so many pitfalls and ways to keep you looking down and keeping you there, the secret is to read in between the lines and navigate throughout the bullshit to prosperity.

Even if you try and fail, at least you tried.

Most people will not even do that. They bitch, whine and moan about how bad their life is and use every excuse to justify why, but never put any energy into changing it. Defeatist are THE worst kind of people to have around you.

Old Mr Dangerous said
I have changed all of my tires but one.. similar to your story, Drunk, my jack was rusted/frozen shut and it was too dark, cold and dangerous on that I-95 highway to do much else.... long (and funny) story short, a cop sort of helped me out but there is much more to that tale.

Anyway, I agree with you about "hard work" there, Kara. I wasted most of life trying to "hard work" my way to something better. I neglected my intelligence and street smarts, kind of always subconsciously thinking that I should just work myself to a pulp to do an honest day's labor. What a crock of shit lol... some of the hardest jobs I've ever had, like janitor, grinder, truck driver, etc were 50x harder than what I do today but I got paid almost nothing. I did these jobs for years and years. I always thought that it was ME that was the problem. But I knew that I was the "hardest worker ever" , and was just straight perplexed. I sold some shrooms here and there, but I didnt do it on a mass level. I never could do shit, like travel or go on a fun vacation. 

Turns out it was simply the upstate NY economy, and also me being unwilling to let myself use my brain instead of my physical attributes. I could blame my dad for all of this (he instilled the "hard work or nothing" mentality in me and always relegated educated people as faggots), but I dont. It is all my own fault. I tried to escape NY once and did well for a bit. Unfortunately that was cut short by terrible experiences in North Carolina, but that's another story. . . This time I escaped to Colorado and sell weed legally. I make more money overall than the other jobs, and the only heavy lifting I do is ounces of herb lol.

However, this is paradoxical, as well... I love my job but it has it's many issues. I also get much more mentally exhausted than physically, which takes some getting used to. It is not AT ALL an easy job. I just make it look easy, because I've been doing it almost t years and I school it. New hires observe me as customers first and think that it's just as easy as I come across. Then they typically cannot handle the job requirements or they let their personal vices get the better of them. Like any other gig, really.

  

Work smart, not hard.

I once had a job where I put in the man hours and hard work. First to arrive, last to leave, always on call, extremely physically and mentally challenging.

This is what I was taught as a kid, drilled into my head by the previous two generations that came before me. I was responsible for multiple people and had to deal with all the bullshit that came with that. I was never a brown noser or a kiss ass, I just outworked everyone I started off with.

One day my boss, whom had been my boss since the beginning of my career, mentor,  and at this point somewhat of a personal friend, takes me out to lunch. He was retiring in a month and word around the water cooler was I was going to move up and take his spot. I had just got married, had my first kid, signed a thirty year mortgage and my wife was going to college.

This was it, this was the moment I'd had sacrificed so much of my time for, all that hard work, I'd previously spent time in the prison system, got out, and turned everything thing around. I defied the odds and beat the statistics.

This was it.

Just me and him sitting at a table ordering our lunch in an upscale restaurant.

How's the kid..the wife...all the pleasantries was asked of me. We ordered, our food came, we ate.

Nothing.

As hes pulling out the company card and giving it to our waitress he clears his throat and begins...

Where you've started from and ended up at is truly something. Nobody who's worked for you has ever complained and for the most part, the general consensus among the workers are that your a fair person. You know the ins and outs of the company and have proven yourself under pressure multiple times. 

As you know I'm retiring soon and someone's going to have to fill that void and I'm going to need your help with this.

Here it comes is what I was thinking...

My son graduated from college last month and he's going to need all the assistance he can get to learn the daily duties of his new role as my replacement. So I'm going to need you to step up and give him a hand until he settles in. The official announcement will be made tomorrow letting the workers know.

When we got back he returned to his office and I returned to the workers, the people who worked under me greeted me by saying 'So how's it feel, boss?' 'Do you get his company truck or do they give you a new one?' Shaking my hand, patting me on the back...they had no clue.

I called my wife and told her and she was livid, I asked her what should I do? She told me to always remember my self worth.

I gathered my stuff and left. I'm glad I was still kind of young when I learned that lesson. Old Mr Dangerous hit the nail on the head with that Picture.

It was tuff, but I worked two jobs afterwards to make ends meet and to let my wife finish school, then I put my self through school to do what I do now and am grateful for that experience.

The guys son ran the division I used to work in, into the ground and it was eventually shut down and sold off.

A part of me was glad, but for the most part I couldn't stop thinking about all the decent people who got laid off. And this was around the time of the great recession in the late 00's.

Never be afraid to take risks in life. Who you were in the past and who you are now, never has to dictate who you will become.

You always have a choice.

Karacalla said

Work smart, not hard.

Everyone here started talking about money, and I've pretty much excepted I'm gonna be practicing my vocals in the back of a van in a Walmart parking lot with a shotgun in the back in case anyone comes near, so I'm gonna not read any of it and fixate on this and put this here.

Mirror Mirror is Twiztid's most unpretentious opus. 

David_Black said

Ya know, unless you're the head of a corporation, then you don't have to pay a single dime in taxes because you're special. 
Wooo Merica!  

Technically they do, they just don't because they find loop holes that they pay politicians not to fix and the politicians comply because we live in a country run by corporations. Welcome to unchecked Capitalism. Where our government lies to us so the rich can get richer and we have no back up plan when the market moves away from industrial production as we're replaced with cheap foreign labor and automation. I don't mind taxes if I like where my taxes go. I currently don't.