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Third world countries, sweatshop labors and human trafficking are all well and good. They get lots of attention, benefits for fundraising and Sally Struthers. But these showboats hog the attention. Away from the mainstream abuse in the modern world, a new breed of slavery develops, growing faster than the mildew on their abandoned bathroom curtains. Cut off from the world, much like the Siberian gulags, this class toils unendingly under petty lords and incompetent leaders. What makes this slavery even more horrific, is that it occurs right under your nose, people, yes right down the street from you.
The modern slave can often be identified by dull skin and hair from malnutrition, a midpriced wardrobe that mixes and matches to create as many combinations as possible and a car filled with basic necessities of life that sits parked in the mall lot for hours every day. Yes, the mall – where you spend your leisure time. Enslaved by their own ambition and the ridiculous stipulations, benchmarks and hurdles of human resources, the aspiring manager toils day in and day out trying to make the day’s sales goal, perfect the paperwork and for god sake, keep the stack of sweaters folded!
Further exacerbating the situation is the manager defending their position, making sure the ambitious one is kept in their place. They are to receive the burdens of responsibility without the relief of salary and two weeks vacation. It would be impossible that the ambitious could have a valid suggestion, be paid enough to support more than a goldfish and themselves and still enjoy what vestiges of social life they can scrap together. In addition, it would go against nature to be treated on an equal status as the management with a choice in hours, a steady paycheck and an occasional gesture of basic human decency.
Following the course of Hegelian dialectics, it has come time for the enslaved to rise! Rise, my fellow sufferers, and grasp the reins of management! This is the moment where you, the bourgeoisie, can truly escape! Do you choose to wither away, wasting your efforts to the company who does not give a rat’s ass about you? Or will you act out, implicate the manager in wrongdoing and seize control of your store and join the middle class? Join with me, and create a world where you are the leader and crush the fools who held you back!
Because, if you fail to act, if you fail to achieve,
you may as well be one of the slack-jawed peons
who wallow in their servitude at
Have you ever really seen anyone smiling like this there?