$4.50 do you think that we are made of money????
-----Original Message-----
From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of Kenneth Wolman
Sent: 29 August 2012 17:59
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: Snap: Dignity of Labor
My price has gone up. I want the boss's $4.50.
K
On Aug 29, 2012, at 12:51 PM, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Just wait, Mitt & his gang will get you back there (although maybe $3.00
an hour is too much).
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> You remember far too clearly, Ken....
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> Doug
> On 2012-08-29, at 8:43 AM, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> Set in 1978. Minimum wage is higher now but still sucks.
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>> K
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>> On Aug 29, 2012, at 10:05 AM, Patrick McManus
<[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>>> K Ah the sweet rewards of labour!!! When is this set $3 is not
recently!!??
>>> P (ex shop steward)
>>>
>>> -----Original Message-----
>>> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics
>>> [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Kenneth Wolman
>>> Sent: 29 August 2012 14:21
>>> To: [log in to unmask]
>>> Subject: Snap: Dignity of Labor
>>>
>>> I take the job because it pays $3.00 an hour and I haven't worked in
>>> months.There is a new baby in the house. It will give me something
>>> to do until my ship comes in, tugged off a shoal and cast out to
>>> sea. I'll get up and help my wife feed the baby. II will be late
>>> night-shift work. I don't care. Boredom breeds danger. It is close
>>> by and close to a MacDonald's faux-restaurant for the 30 minutes I get
for lunch. Screw my arteries.
>>>
>>> The extruder oozes plastic cum for dimestore childrens' toys. I
>>> learn the trick of industrial sabotage from the foreman, who makes
>>> $4.50 an hour. No benefits, of course. The foreman is a good guy who
hates the place too.
>>> Accidentally open the door to the extruder, he whispers. Alarms will go
off.
>>> The machine will stop spurting. You're getting paid for downtime anyway.
>>> Technicians will have to reset it. Reset could take half an hour.
>>> Nothing to do. Go outside with machine coffee and smoke. On a hot
>>> night even the ooze of humidity is refreshing. Forget the insult of
>>> this work. Forget there is no future except moving in with my in-laws,
110 miles from New York.
>>>
>>> In the morning I sit with my wife in the kitchen. We feed the baby
>>> his bottle and Gerber fruit. I hold him so he can spit up on my
>>> shoulder. My wife looks at me. "You're going to quit, aren't you?" I
>>> nod, call the shop, and tell them I'm not coming back. Oh well.
>>>
>>> A few weeks later my ship comes it. It is the Lusitania, so I find
>>> out. For three years I live with a target below the waterline, but
>>> the work pays better than $3.00 an hour. I can get used to fear of
>>> death by water because that's why they pay me.
>>>
>>> KTW, 8-28-12=
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