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Thanks to everyone who offered sympathy and non-capitalist bra suggestions or solidarity regarding my post about the latest Despatch From The Front Of My Fucked-Up Online Retail Job.
I really ought to be looking at better ways to make money, yes, but probably I should also figure out medications so I can get some actual mileage out of this expensive brain of mine. That would be smart to do. I don’t know. It’s all a lot, you know?
I’m at home in quarantine one more day before finding out anything else about the work situation. I sort of… just don’t want to know.
Some replies-to-replies:
fidelioscabinet replied to your post “So like. My real-life job. I’m just gonna cut to, unrelated to…”
AAAARRRRRRRGGGGHGHHHH. Seriously. I’ll bet they ignore their legal adviser, too. And their tax people.
You assume they HAVE those. That’s pretty funny. What do you think this is, the Holiday Inn? [That is a quote from a commercial campaign I never saw but that a former coworker used to quote constantly. It seemed apropos. The reference, insofar as I understood it, was that they were in a lower-quality sort of hotel, and the person was asking for some sort of basic amenity that the hotel employee replied to scornfully with that quote, as if it were some unimaginable luxury you’d only get at the top-notch brand name mentioned. see, when you’ve basically never watched TV in your life and one of your coworkers has spent her entire life raised by and tuned into the television and all of her speech is references to television shows or commercials, you feel like a goddamn alien, and that’s a really important part of the reference, for me. that indefinable layer of what the fuck. Add in that this coworker was sort of violently and extremely mentally ill, and you get what my first five years with this company was like. why am i still here? i don’t know, clearly I have zero skills at self-preservation.]
snorticat replied to your post “So like. My real-life job. I’m just gonna cut to, unrelated to…”
No chance of a “ok, we are duly chastened, please give us a second chance” in Amz-land?
In a word, no. Why would they bother? There are thirty other dealers selling the exact same products. We stand out slightly because we’re much more efficient at getting used items and deadstock and rare things up there, but this isn’t the kind of scale that even notices, let alone appreciates, that kind of individual dedication.
I’ll clarify, we never did anything dodgy enough to be illegal, or even noticeable in old-fashioned retail, but it was against Amaz*n’s TOS, so.
Maybe they’ll reinstate us, but they don’t do anything urgent during their holiday rush. They’ll look at it in January, when nobody’s buying or selling anything anyway so they have time to figure it out. Which hoses our crucial fourth quarter and will keep us from making much of the money we need to survive the coming year. *shrug* you plays the odds, you takes it how it shakes out, you know?
It just sucks to be Cassandra, seeing it coming, seeing that the odds are not good, seeing that it’s not a gamble worth taking, and never being listened to. But that’s how a business works. It’s not a democracy.
I mean. That’s how democracies work too, nowadays, I guess. Nobody *really* has a vote in anything.
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Non-capitalist bra solutions: I was kidding, actually. And no, when the pigs are processed, @danceswchopstck, there are no skins given back. We have no way of preparing them; I’ve been interested in trying to look into that as a further product the farm could produce, but holy Jesus tanning leather is fuckin’ nasty, that’s not a casual side line of work to get into. Oh my lordy.
No no, if we grew flax I could make linen and you can do some lovely work in linen, including supportive dress bodices, which I’ve actually made before. I was kidding. It’s just always such a pain in the ass to make yourself what you’ve been able to buy.
Thanks to everyone who offered sympathy and non-capitalist bra suggestions or solidarity regarding my post about the latest Despatch From The Front Of My Fucked-Up Online Retail Job.
I really ought to be looking at better ways to make money, yes, but probably I should also figure out medications so I can get some actual mileage out of this expensive brain of mine. That would be smart to do. I don’t know. It’s all a lot, you know?
I’m at home in quarantine one more day before finding out anything else about the work situation. I sort of… just don’t want to know.
Some replies-to-replies:
fidelioscabinet replied to your post “So like. My real-life job. I’m just gonna cut to, unrelated to…”
AAAARRRRRRRGGGGHGHHHH. Seriously. I’ll bet they ignore their legal adviser, too. And their tax people.
You assume they HAVE those. That’s pretty funny. What do you think this is, the Holiday Inn? [That is a quote from a commercial campaign I never saw but that a former coworker used to quote constantly. It seemed apropos. The reference, insofar as I understood it, was that they were in a lower-quality sort of hotel, and the person was asking for some sort of basic amenity that the hotel employee replied to scornfully with that quote, as if it were some unimaginable luxury you’d only get at the top-notch brand name mentioned. see, when you’ve basically never watched TV in your life and one of your coworkers has spent her entire life raised by and tuned into the television and all of her speech is references to television shows or commercials, you feel like a goddamn alien, and that’s a really important part of the reference, for me. that indefinable layer of what the fuck. Add in that this coworker was sort of violently and extremely mentally ill, and you get what my first five years with this company was like. why am i still here? i don’t know, clearly I have zero skills at self-preservation.]
snorticat replied to your post “So like. My real-life job. I’m just gonna cut to, unrelated to…”
No chance of a “ok, we are duly chastened, please give us a second chance” in Amz-land?
In a word, no. Why would they bother? There are thirty other dealers selling the exact same products. We stand out slightly because we’re much more efficient at getting used items and deadstock and rare things up there, but this isn’t the kind of scale that even notices, let alone appreciates, that kind of individual dedication.
I’ll clarify, we never did anything dodgy enough to be illegal, or even noticeable in old-fashioned retail, but it was against Amaz*n’s TOS, so.
Maybe they’ll reinstate us, but they don’t do anything urgent during their holiday rush. They’ll look at it in January, when nobody’s buying or selling anything anyway so they have time to figure it out. Which hoses our crucial fourth quarter and will keep us from making much of the money we need to survive the coming year. *shrug* you plays the odds, you takes it how it shakes out, you know?
It just sucks to be Cassandra, seeing it coming, seeing that the odds are not good, seeing that it’s not a gamble worth taking, and never being listened to. But that’s how a business works. It’s not a democracy.
I mean. That’s how democracies work too, nowadays, I guess. Nobody *really* has a vote in anything.
~ ~ ~ ~
Non-capitalist bra solutions: I was kidding, actually. And no, when the pigs are processed, @danceswchopstck, there are no skins given back. We have no way of preparing them; I’ve been interested in trying to look into that as a further product the farm could produce, but holy Jesus tanning leather is fuckin’ nasty, that’s not a casual side line of work to get into. Oh my lordy.
No no, if we grew flax I could make linen and you can do some lovely work in linen, including supportive dress bodices, which I’ve actually made before. I was kidding. It’s just always such a pain in the ass to make yourself what you’ve been able to buy.
