I do not have a subject for today, so I decided to
do something very controversial. Let’s
attack the living wage. Do I think
everyone deserves to make a living wage?
Yes. Do I think we should raise
minimum wage to $15 an hour? No. I could end this here. But I won’t.
I would like to say a few other things. I have worked flipping burgers at Wendy’s at
age 16. Actually, I wasn’t allowed on
the grill. That was “men’s work”. I made sandwiches and ran register. I still have Don Peevey Nightmares. Oh, and I dropped fries. I came home greasy and smelly. My friends hated me because, while my
blemishes did increase a bit, it was nothing near the breakouts they had to
deal with. Friends still hate me. With the past few years, because of the
scrunchie faces I make when my discomfort gets, well, uncomfortable, I am
getting wrinkles. I am pushing 50. People do not believe me. But before y’all start hating me because I’m
beautiful, let’s get back to the topic on hand.
I worked in personal insurance offices, health insurance claims offices,
ambulance services (on the trucks, not the offices), convenience stores,
village governments, preschools and high schools. I have made anywhere between $3 & $18 an
hour. With and without paid benefits,
days off, pensions, 401k’s, etc. There
is one thing in common in all of these jobs.
The higher the amount of money made, the easier the work is, and the
meaner the co-workers are. When I was
making $18 an hour, 100% paid benefits, I played solitaire all day and the
co-workers made me cry on a daily basis, because they were vial. There were one or two who were nice, and I
was told that one of them was being nice because he wanted to get into my
pants. <sigh>
But when you raise minimum wage, you have people
feel they are better than those who are “flipping burgers” who will suddenly be
making the same amount. Like people
processing medical claims. Well, trust
me. People processing medical claims are
the burger flippers of the medical world.
Don’t let them fool you. It’s the
same mind numbing work, but they are doing it in a sedentary job, and aren’t
doing it for idiots who are complaining “I SAID NO LETTUCE!!!”, all the while
you want to yell back, “A FREAKIN’ VEGGIE NOW AND AGAIN WONT KILL YOU!!!!!” <sigh>
Do yourself a favor, even if you have no kids, and
buy the book “If You Give A Moose A
Muffin”. It’s the story of
life. And it’s funny. As a matter of fact, I’ll be right back. I think Cassie gave our copy away, and I have
the urge to read it. I’m going to see if
I can download it to my nook for days when I need a giggle. Nope.. no E-book available. Anyways, here is the “If You Give A Moose A Muffin” version of raising the minimum wage.
If you give the Fast Food workers a raise, the
Managers will want a raise, too. They’ll
tell their parents, whose Home Healthcare Aide friend will hear, and they will
want a raise. If they get a raise, then
the LPN’s will want a raise, too. Well,
everyone knows that the RNs have more schooling than an LPN, so they’ll need a
raise, and if they get one, then the Nurse Practitioners and Physician
Assistants will need one, too!!! Not to
mention the doctors and the lawyers who sue them!!! MEANWHILE, if everyone is getting raises, the
people who make the products these people buy will need raises, right? It’s only fair!!!! And if all these people are getting raises,
the CEO’s of all these companies are going to need to get their “fair” share,
like they’ve gotten since the beginning of time so they remain the 1%, and they
will hike up the cost of all goods by whatever percentage it takes to retain
the amount of wealth they have now. WHICH
brings us right back to the Fast Food workers, BACK in the same position they
were in to begin with, not making a living wage. And THAT, my friends, is what happens when you
give a moose a muffin.
As
always, I will work for money, but I am not for sale. Meaning, I'll
review anything, and I do love a challenge, so send me ideas and suggestions,
but my opinions can't be bought. I do take Paypal donations anytime at
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