Corporate America I had a harrowing experience this evening -- I went to apply for a job at Radio Shack. Radio Shack -- you've got questions, we've got demeaning positions for hardly any pay.
I don't know if I'll have to take the job yet, indeed it hasn't even been offered. The benefits are great: medical, vision, tuition (for full time employees) &c. I don't want to play the whole game, though, suck up to my manager, claim to love Radio Shack, and become a part of the happy corporate family. Maybe it won't be so bad, but that's the impression that I got at the 'Employee Job Fair' tonight. Also, it's mostly commission, and the only way to make money is to convince people to buy things they don't want, like cell phones. They get $25 each time they sell someone a cell phone.
Dammit, I spent four years studying lighting design and computer science. I'm talented, and creative, and intelligent. I'm well-trained, and people like me. I do honest work well. Why the fuck can't I get a job that will allow me to retain my sense of self-worth?
Ah, well. My father is an artist, he's been a professional photographer for almost thirty years, and he's in the same position I am. Well, he gets unemployment, but aside from that he is, so I guess I shouldn't complain.