TLDR: Capitalism has no moral base - feel free to share your awesome job experiences as we further contemplate exciting careers in homelessness.
like bob segar says: Immuna tell my tale c'mon---
Fresh out of high school, I had no plans for my life but GET FUCKED UP TONIGHT. I was out the door the day I turned 18, I've taken some pretty menial jobs between then and now.
I took a job as "leather crafter" as it was posted in the newspaper, but my friends knew it as "The Bondage Shop" or "Sally & LJ's." The business and owners have relocated but it still remains operational today as sub-shop.com (NSFW)
Working there: If you were a hot lady, you'd work in the sewing area with the other hot ladies who the owners would successfully court to become the various models you see ^ on that website. If you were a regular ass human you were a leathercrafter/order picker/customer service. I was a leather crafter and worked in classroom size carpeted room that had pegboard workbenches with leather crafting tools. My friend had got me the job so I was with him with 15 other "peers"-- everybody skated & kicked it with each other, everybody got paid $8.00 per hour, facilitating various custom orders to various leather apparatuses.
The words "ballstretcher" "buttplug" "ball gag" were common job lingo. The new guys would pull small leather straps using hemostats through ball gags that were center-excavated with razorblades. I've adorned 'titty torture clamps' onto leather neck cuffs using rivets and D rings. The seasoned dudes would be making sex hoods with ballgags and legit ass bodybags, complete with fuckin' body controlling ratchet straps and master padlocks.
I've repaired a 60" thong held by rivets with a deep dry white stain lining the crotch to top of ass area, sent back because the rivets were tugged out of the intersectional parts of the thong. I have friends who worked the phones taking international orders from would-be customers requesting child sized bdsm items.
The owners of this place were and are fucking riiiiich and gaudy as fuck. When they walked together, to assert his dominance, he would hold his wife by the wrist. The male co-owner was always in True Religion jeans and Tapout shirts. The female co-owner only showed up when they fired people. She currently has a side career as a "psychic medium" but back when I worked for her, if you called out for bereavement: they'd make you bring in the funeral card as proof of your excuse for absence. The boss lady would later approach the recently bereaved employee and attempt to tell them "your bereaved loved ones are speaking through me and they want you to know...." They would hide pouches containing crystals and stones in every corner of the building and NO ONE WAS TO TOUCH THEM when we cleaned on Friday. They drove a PROWLER, a BMW 745, and Range Rover to work, sometimes all in 1 day.
They always were on coke. You could always hear the bosses coming because the constant sniffing would precede them. They had private bathrooms meanwhile we had a single toilet next to a non-working urinal for a coed staff of 50 people.
The owners collected kids, adopting them from various places around the world. The Christmas I worked there, they sent out a text on Christmas eve asking if anyone was willing to watch their kids. I was cool with the girl who ended up watching their kids that night. The 'parents' had spoiled each other so much that they wanted to spend their Christmas together, opening each other's gifts and didn't want to sit through 7 childrens' worth of Xmas gift opening, so they hired a girl to watch their kids open their presents. They paid her $15.00 per hour (time & a half.)
Another thing they did that no one else I've ever been around did: they would bring in their extremely expired food from their pantry shelves and offer it to everyone like it was a pizza party. Twice there was green, moldy twinkies sitting next to years old cans of expired soda. It was almost "purposefully" demeaning.
About a month before I quit, they decided to source all the hand work to China and all the current workers who were leather crafters and sewers became building maintenance & packers. They fired the office manager and basically the person who was there the longest became the leader until they quit or were fired for not doing their job good enough. Every week, the guy who was your homie the week before became your boss this week and knew he was going to get fired no matter what he did. They vibed everyone out of the job, making them choose hard ass compensatory-free labor (either at the shop or their personal homes) or unemployment.
As mentioned, they are still open today. Both owners have changed their names and moved away from my state. I have heard that while in Africa, trying to source a child, the male owner was robbed and bludgeoned and has since had botched surgery to repair his face and he just keeps throwing money at his face but it will not restore as he desired.
I know this ain't the worst story out there, so as we used to say on here "IF YOU HAVE HATE IN YOUR HEART (towards a job) LET IT OUT!"