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My year at Radioshack soured me on typical jobs so much I work for myself now.
[quote name="Welcome to Omsk"]You're not wrong. It's not the job market so much as a case of those RadioShack and it's employees fitting and occasionally deserving each other. There was a time when I worked various dead-end shit jobs like this. Most of the other employees working in the stores had something difficult going on: there were family-rejected gender minorities before the gay rights reform package, newly-divorced single parents, people struggling to meet household costs, elderly dinosaurs with no financial cushion you see bagging groceries nowadays, etc. Nobody was there telling me everything was great in his life. Jon makes it sound a little like they staff like a reality show talent scout because he's writing an article to entertain as well as inform. They staff for whoever will put up with their shit. You wanna know who those people are, you're gonna have to think about what the environment they're in is like. I wrote something up about it, but it was more long and rambling than anything I've read by jeep so I'm not gonna put it in front of you unless you ask, and then only as a bad example. I found myself alluding to the mentality of a WASP prison bitch trying to get into a white supremacist gang for protection in describing the kinda people who keep these jobs. Apparently I can't write. I got a rough start in life, maybe I didn't get a leg up like some people get but it got better after I started finding my own footholds to climb with. Radioshack was a bad time for me. I was in this awful existence of being underpaid to lie to people and trick them into overpaying for useless crap which only worked on the senile, immediately making a sale feel awful. For too many hours a week, I did this and had no life outside it, while living in the worst place I've ever lived in, and driving the worst, most expensive to maintain vehicle I've ever had. There were people who shaped my early years though, and they're themselves not so well adjusted. The weirdest, saddest part of this whole thing for me is that the folks that impacted me most were so disconnected from reality that when they bumped into me in that retail hell they said "You're the happiest you've ever been in your life! Car + corporate job + roof over your head = guaranteed happiness!" and maintained this fiction for themselves in later years when I was living in an area with public transportation so good I didn't need a car, making far more money than I did as a third key at radioshack and enjoying a lot more free time. Everyone else that knew me could tell I turned into an angry ghost in retail, there was barely anything left of me except rage and sleep deprivation, but I was the happiest I'd ever been in the eyes of other miserable people who could never create joy or emotional equilibrium in their own lives. If the people who tried to shape me into a soulless automaton/Radioshack employee can take a few meager securities low on <a href=https://ppcchoupal.files.wordpress.com/2014/12/maslow2.png>the totem pole</a> and round them up to equal a fulfilled and proper existence, if they have that kind of power to accept an awful life and make me accept it for a whole year until I learned how dumb it all was, there are probably all kinds of other ways to get used to this stuff and round it up to okay or even good. I think I've seen that before somewhere. [twitter id="675623100671762432"][/quote]