Do you remember your first ever Job? I remember mine, at least my first "above the table" gig; it was May, 1984, doing minimum wage janitorial work in a "fancy" bar and restaurant. Told the boss I definitely DIDN'T want to do dishwashing - busting suds literally busted my back, it was so stressful, arduous and painful. I got stuck, fairly frequently, "helping out" the dishwashers when they were too busy, during holidays or one of them was sick. Despite making it CRYSTAL CLEAR I had applied for the janitor job,not dishwashing.
So much for the wonderful, hypothetical Dream World of "strictly voluntary association." Doesn't work that way in present day America, or anywhere else on this troubled planet. Of course I could have refused, or quit, both of which I eventually did. And gotten a better job, which I eventually did. But in the short term, I would have faced eviction 26 years ago. And had to go back to shoplifting food at the supermarket, with all the accompanying risk and possible incarceration.
"Earth to Utopians... Come in please?"
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