In Praise of Cleaning Toilets for Minimum Wage
Is this the condition I so feared? Or, AI took my job (kind of), and here’s how I’m coping.
Living the Dream…Sorta
Early last year, I had a dream. I was in a cavernous warehouse, high shelves dwarfing my tiny figure as I sailed across the cement floors, rollerblading so fast and smooth that my hair lifted from my shoulders. I knew I was at work, and I knew I wasn’t making much money for my time, but my two dogs were frisking at my feet, there were earbuds in my ears, there were no other humans in sight, and I was obscenely happy.
When I woke I thought, “THAT! That’s it! That’s what I need to do!”
In my half-asleep state, I grabbed my phone and searched “warehouse jobs,” only to discover that while there are certainly plenty of warehouse jobs, none of them involve dogs, or rollerblades. Most require earplugs rather than earbuds. Le sigh.
What’s even the point of living, friends?
They terk mer jerb! (it’s a Southpark reference, folks)
This dream, of course, didn’t come from nowhere. AI took my freelance writing job, or maybe AI just kinda threatened a little bit to maybe think about taking my job, and I…
