h/t to Brad Neely and whatever genius made this .gif
#Ferguson #Mike Brown
BTDUBS still wtg, America. At least George Zimmerman got ARRESTED. /p>
cats are mysterious and powerful and we must respect them
"You’re gonna do great today"
sadly, a person making minimum wage in america would be baffled by seeing a bill larger than a $5 or $1. a good cartoon.
written by someone that’s never been to or worked in retail
"you deserve poverty for giving me poor customer service"
I hope the person who made that cartoon dies a painful death.
and furthermore I’ll work circles around you, dickhead.
oh ps. what kind of name is Rob Smith Jr?????
"*this is a true story"
somehow i highly doubt it.
As someone who has done a lot in retail; this is literally impossible. The damn cash register tells you what change to give. The artist definitely pulled this one out of their ass
Ass, brain, whats the difference?
The best part that undermines the cartoonist’s intent is that, if she’s demanding $11/hour and the meal is $10.60, it means right now she can’t even afford to eat where she works with an hour’s pay.
And even if this was a true story (which is like really clearly isn’t)
IT’S FULLY MORE LIKELY that there was some sort of counterfeit 20$ bill problem in the area
Because I see that ALL THE TIME, they have to call a manager because they know they aren’t supposed to just take the 20s in case their fake but maybe they don’t have the easy way to check the bill on them or something.
Like if your assumption is that someone sitting in front of a big computer/calculator machine all day doesn’t know how to give you change you’re just shitty tbh
you can tell robsmithjr.com what you think of his shit comic
*goes to robsmithjr.com*
*sees blurb to see Rob Smith Jr.’s cartoons on Glenn Beck*
i made min. wage when i had to count all the registers AND THE SAFE in a supermarket and do wire transfers for thousands of dollars that i counted by hand. but yeah, totally baffled by anything larger than a $5 bill…
i’ve had customers at my current retail job talk to me like i’m an idiot because they gave ME incorrect change and then refuse to listen when i explain their mistake
i deal with grown adults on a regular basis who need to be walked through using their debit card on a pin pad, but clearly make more money than i do. and i can assure you most people can’t do basic math in their heads judging from my 10+ years of experience in retail. that’s why calculators exist, jfc
but more importantly, the comic creator is literally saying that 1) if a person works in min. wage jobs it’s because they’re “stupid” 2) if a person can’t do math in their head they’re useless and deserve to live in poverty
and that’s completely vile and they should be ashamed of themselves
People who make arguments like “minimum wage workers can’t do math in their head and are stupid” don’t know how a POS machine works.
You literally press however much was given and it does the math for you.
This minimizes any extra work you have to do to figure out how much change to give them.
The fucking bills are organized in the register along with change so you literally only need basic arithmetic to figure out how much change to give someone. When a store says they don’t take something higher than a $20 it’s usually because they don’t have enough to dole out change without emptying the register and registers are required to have a specified amount of money in them in order for transactions togo smoothly.
I worked in retail, it’s so fucking simple but retail and fast food workers deserved to be paid a LIVING WAGE for being on their feet for 8+ hours a day dealing with your self-aggrandizing ass. I worked at GameStop and the fucking assholes I did not get paid enough to be dealing with those assholes.
And I wish we’d stop calling it minimum wage and start calling it LIVING wage, because whatever job you have should pay you enough to be able to afford to live off of.
i said no pickles and you put pickles on my burger, so i think you should lose your job - a history
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.
Imagine how it would look if the Orion nebula is only four light years away - the distance the nearest star is to us, instead of 1,300 light years. It would be so bright that we wouldn’t be aware of the dark sky. We wouldn’t see other stars. The whole world would be the Orion nebula and the sun.
I always have conflicted emotions about this anniversary. I didn’t immediately lose anyone but I knew plenty of people who did, I knew people who were there, and everyone living in the city was affected. This was the big huge news event I watched on tv and also out my window.
The cloud of dust and the smell of death hung over lower Manhattan and Brooklyn for weeks. This was our home. These were our neighbors. These were our family and friends. The reality of this event hit me like it never had with Oklahoma City, or the plane crashes, or the wildfires, or Columbine, or the other live tv disasters before this one.
Today I still feel a strange sense of ownership when Americans who weren’t there talk about it. Everybody remembers where they were … but most of you weren’t THERE. I can’t help but feel the distance when, for example, youtubers try to prove that the towers were somehow an inside job. Distance from compassion for the victims, certainly. But more than that, distance from honest conversation.
9/11 was a tragedy. None of the people who died deserved the end they got. But ultimately, whether you believe Al Queda perpetrated these attacks or that it was our own government … we say “never forget” but never forget what? We obsess over how it happened and ignore the real question. WHY did this happen? Who stood to gain from an attack of this magnitude? What did they earn? What did we lose?
If this was about values, what were our values that could justify this? Are those values worth preserving? How can we, as a culture, honor the people we’ve lost without losing the essence of who we are?
My whole life I’ve heard talk about the American Dream, the Democratic Experiment, Truth Justice and all that. After 9/11 we got more school shootings. We got the DC Sniper. We got endless military engagement and drone strikes killing children. We got Trayvon Martin and Mike Brown and Renisha Jones. We’re anti-intellectual and anti-fact, and the Game of Thrones tv show is actually more rape-ey then the books.
I have a slogan I coined two elections ago to combat conservatives who want to gut the social safety net: Cruelty Is Not An American Virtue. It started tongue-in-cheek, but today it’s more documentary than satire. What is America, anymore? What do we even stand for?
This is very well said. Privilege is tricky. As a straight white male I try to be aware of my advantages but I’ve also been known to argue “if someone wants a job they can just find one” even though I know that’s not true for all people.