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  food action newsletter/ br/ july ‘o6 ………………………………………………………………………….. Management seems not to realize the toll of not-enough-people, not-enough-hours, and not-enough-wage. Or do they just not care, as long as they can get away with it?  1.  If we all were paid according to calories burned, most management would receive little compensation.  Not  to say their work is not important, just that the share of revenues is unevenly distributed.2. Our work is sweatshop oppression.  We receive unjust compensation for our labor.  3. We are human beings who deserve respect that goes beyond lip service. 4. The business tactic of keeping labor cost low  allows insufficient scheduling and resistance to budge.   5. A supervisor’s lot should be stress management, for the workers, not for himself.  Certainly, sleeping in the office and leaving the premises to change one’s oil is not right.6. This situation needs to change. I will begin to research how we might unionize, and begin to work for change.  It is possible only if we organize ourselves together.  Contact me: Jeios@mail2hercules.com                                            Most  sincerely, Jesse Hawks.now is the time to stand up. we owe it to ourselves.…………………………………………………………………..………………………………………………………………….   

fubr

my idea:  Food Union of Baton Rouge. 

locality of swenstelt

@ 11 o'clock:  my 1st day @ work@ a local fast food diner.  I AM HAPPY TODAY.

without corporate nonsense, we still have busyness and business, but not only this…

I AM TIRED.  but and yet more fulfilling…  and valid this work.  AbDUl is a great manager.  this is a great place and heashle meshtell foon; beashlie felmlort shoor;  cannle sabbell morshtelt.

disease of sordid wantoness

as one says, a job… a goal a look a copp.  don wanna hafta.  to back o' wall now.  and since nothing ventured, nothing.  bruises of arms speak.  partook this morn of "a MG of [penucillin] and … some heroin."   doodles of thought bequeth me…   so then its gone awry

a nd loggorhea is it.  it is.  i venture toward unforeseen abilities and waywardnesses… it is.   mystery is. and was always me.  my words and thoughts and convalescencenesses.

case for new theater of the absurd

reconditioning our disconnect to reconnect thru nonsense, general logic skew. and karoake] creosoat.

alien ant farm… engelbert humperdink… boys 2 men not so much.