- cross-posted to:
- chapotraphouse@hexbear.net
- cross-posted to:
- chapotraphouse@hexbear.net
https://bsky.app/profile/brenthor.bsky.social/post/3krzc7fs77k2i
Best job i ever had was maintenance guy at a nursing home. Loved it. Rewarding. Fulfilling. Paid only $10.75/hr so i left it and ‘developed my career’ and now im ‘successful’ but at least once a week i have dreams where im back in the home hanging pictures, flirtin with the ol gals, being useful.
So when people ask ‘who fixes toilets under communism?’ my answer is a resounding ‘me. I will fix the toilets.’
My job involves handling dangerous materials. Given how much some of my coworkers stress me the fuck out by being walking safety hazards, I often and happily volunteer to shift the more dangerous tasks to myself.
I’d be snagging post-revolution hazmat volunteer shifts like a fiend just trying to keep less careful people from getting them…
remind coworkers: “Safety regulations are written in blood.”
Obviously the blood of morons who didn’t know what they’re doing. I know what I’m doing, so I’ll be fine.
(Until they get an unforgettable live demonstration on optimism bias and cumulative probability)