Anonymous A started this discussion 3 years ago#106,617
If my friend gets a serious work accident, that will be too many friends. I don't know how I would look at work anymore, let alone people. It would kill me.
If this young guy, with a aptitude for cutting, ends up cutting too fast and injure his hand permanently, the atmosphere of work will dramatically change. Where as now it's about me making food for hungry people, it's going to be me, working for something greedy that hurts the people around me
I'd be a regular visitor in the ER if my upper body wasn't covered with metal. It's like, I once imagined my bosses lecturing me about smoking weed with young guys, but then it's like hey, I'm not the guy employing them.
But then at other times. One is in a extremely privileged position. Sometimes I feel like a gangster accepting kick backs while pretending to work in a slaughterhouse. Just playing with knives. That's how kewl it can be.