When I first became an Ancap, I was just an unemployed high schooler who had never worked a labor job in his entire life. I had that whole “welfare recipients are parasites, just pull yourself up by your bootstraps, forcing people to subsidize your shitty life choices is morally wrong, nobody is entitled to anything they don’t own” mentality, but then my parents made me get a job.
For the most part, I still kept my same views. My job was still pretty much Voluntary, I could quit and it would only disappoint my parents. But come this year, when I graduated high school, it began to sink in that I’m going to have to keep doing this, or God willing some other job, for the majority of my life if I want to have access to basic necessities, like food, water, shelter, etc.
I work at a grocery store, and it’s usually a comfy job. Comfy enough that I was able to sincerely hold on to my Ancap beliefs, until today. Today, a line was crossed that made me see the error of my ways.
They were doing inventory, and they needed us, or more specifically, me alone to push all the items in every shelf in the entire store all the way back, and then dust the shelf off.
At first it didn’t seem all that bad, but then I realized I was the only one doing it, and I would have to spend the rest of my shift on this. After only about five minutes, I felt like I was going crazy.
Push, spray, dust, move down, push, spray dust, move down, push spray, dust, move down, push, spray dust, move slightly to the left, and repeat. I had to do that at least 30 times to only get one side of one aisle done. Took me at least half an hour to do that, and there were still 20 more aisles left in the store. The repetitive motion, the maddeningly slow progress, and being alone for the entire 8 hour shift (including an hour of overtime) was exhausting in every way imaginable.
By the time I was done, I was infuriated, not just with the fact that I had to do this, but because of how little I got out of it. $9.30 / hour of that insanity? What kind of heartless monster would tell someone in severe poverty doing this kind of work, to just “pull himself up by his bootstraps”? A sociopath, that’s who.
I finally understood what socialists have been talking about all this time. “If only I were in a socialist country,” I thought, “the shelves would be completely empty and I could have finished this in like, an hour.”
- My carbon monoxide detector won’t stop beeping.
- A Texan is getting drunk in a bar in Alaska, and he starts to brag about how great Texas is.