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Wednesday, March 09, 2005
J.Ro sent me this link to a story about how American Apparel is not the awesome worker-hugging paradise that we all thought it was. If it's true, well, that sucks. I thought Dov was one of the good guys. Dov. Dov Dov Dov. Sounds like a nice guy, with a branch in beak. Betrayed again! But in the end, I'm not really surprised. I think that the last semester of business school (if you make it that far) is devoted to all the top-level corporate scumfuckery, e.g. unionbusting, layoffs coincident with CEO pay hikes, outsourcing to third-world hellholes without child labor laws, keeping people eternally part time so you don't have to give them benefits, et-fucking-cetera. They say "Dudes, forget everything you've learned in Business School until now -- those assignments were just training to see how well you followed nonsensical or dangerous orders from near-strangers strictly because they were in a position of "authority." If you made it to this semester, you have proven that you have no spine, conscience, or heart. Congratulations. Here's your very own copy of the CEO's Yellow Pages. (It's got a section for thugs and goons, in case you need "crowd control" at that union rally. It's got Rolls, Bentley, and Lear dealerships. It's got a registry of nubile "executive groupies" in every major and many minor cities. And so on.)
Furthermore, I believe that at the end of it you are sworn to secrecy about what you've learned, and you are taught how to handle criticism or accusations about those final lessons: how to flat-out deny it; how to brush it off and change the subject; how to laugh heartily as if you were amused by the concept, shaking your head at your critic's paranoia. Viz Nike CEO Phil Knight in The Big One, when Michael Moore accused him of using 13-year-old girls in his Asian factories: PK: No, not 13. MM: No? Are you sure? PK: We use 14-year-olds. [Aaaaaaannnd.... scene!] God, it's boring, complaining about corporations. So back to something fascinating: my health. The hernia surgery incisions will be inspected by the surgeon later today, and I'm sure everything's fine in that department. There's almost no pain in my abdomen at all (unless I cough really hard, which causes this weird sensation in my belly button) and the most lingering ill effect, as predicted by Raekool, is a tenderness in my right nutsack. Ouch. And now, to the indirect effects! Longtime readers might be able to predict this, because anything from a rise in the humidity to falling ratings for Survivor can do this to me, but here it is: back pain. The surgeon nixed certain exercises from my normal routine, and in response, my lower back has pulled out the old repertoire of spasms, aches, shooting pains, and stiffnesses. I am still, therefore, walking with a cane. I think I love this cane. And I love you. 0 comments |
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