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<"$0" python3 -c '
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import os, sys
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</HTML>
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/blah/2023-10-14.html
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: no filter
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When I started at Burger King in 2020 I started at a location I would learn was
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known for its bigotry, low food quality, and exceptionally shitty workforce.
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Though most could be known for this, this Burger King in particular was quite
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bad at all of those things and I would come to learn its employees gave zero
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shits about even the barest of standards. I would see employees drop bottles of
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sauce on the ground and pick them up without cleaning them or even changing
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their gloves in the process, contaminating food with floor bacteria. Employees
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dropping raw chicken using their gloves and no tongs and continuing to make
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sandwiches with the same gloves used to touch raw chicken. Cross contamination
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between all raw and cooked food and often between their phones, and the floor,
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and the food. After the age of 17 I started eating at restaurants a lot less.
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I applied to Burger King as a joke while on call with my Information Technology
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class in school in 2020. School during 2020 was, due to the COVID-19 pandemic,
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virtual and hosted on-line in Zoom meetings, so on one monitor (a 70Hz NEC
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MultiSync) I had Zoom running and on another (a slightly newer, higher-
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resolution Acer monitor) I had the Carrols application process. I needed money.
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A job - a legitimate job, which I had never had before, nor one where the end
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wasn't defined at the start - seemed like an easy solution. I set my
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availability to 1700-2000 after school days so I could get 15 hours a week in
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three hour spurts, not much but enough to wet my whistle and get a taste for
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the work if I wished to continue.
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They gave me a call that day maybe, or the day after. I sounded good on the
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telephone so I was brought in for an interview. I arrived an hour early and sat
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in a nearby parking lot playing Chocolate Doom on my netbook running Debian, I
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think, and trying to page through Simulations and Simulacra though it took me a
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month to get through the first paragraph because of how dense it is and the
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confusing nature of the initial parenthetical statement. But the general
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manager who interview me didn't know that, instead he saw a book with a
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confusingly worded cover and a high school student who was also attending two
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colleges (officially; taking classes at one and dually enrolled in the other)
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and a technical school (for Information Technology) and who wanted to learn to
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cook. After forty-five minutes of waiting I went into the building, told them I
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had an interview, waited twenty minutes (five minutes past when the interview
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was set), and interviewed for ten minutes where the manager clarified some
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stuff on my application and hired me on the spot. I accepted.
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The job was meant to be a temporary job, at least when I accepted. It was close
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to Staples where I could apply my IT certifications once I finished them and
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then mosey my way onto better jobs while going to college. Then while I was
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working there the Staples went out of business and I watched one of my
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classmates a year ahead of me quit the computer store nearby because the
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management was abusive. So I would have no computer-related job.
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My first day, Halloween 2020, a Saturday if I recall correctly, I was sat in
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front of a computer after walking across town to the job (this was something
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like a ninety minute walk because I was at the time very fat, very out of
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shape, and very slow) and spent three hours first filling out my application
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and then watching videos explaining the job.
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When prompted for my gender I filled out "Prefer not to say" on the computer,
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knowing I was a woman but could not safely come out especially in that school
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with those parents and knowing those people. I later watched the same manager
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get prompted by the computer to answer the question I didn't. He chose Male.
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I memorized the cards hanging from the ceiling showing how to build the
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sandwiches. The Whopper: mayo, lettuce, tomato, onion, ketchup, pickle. Wrong,
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actually; mayo, lettuce, tomato, pickle, ketchup, onion. And later the meat
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came before the mayo rather than before the pickle. But this explanation is
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best for another time. Yesterday, my last day, a co-worker who was there my
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first day that Halloween remembered me standing there trying to memorize the
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cards. I was green and wet behind the ears and everything else that applies to
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those who are new to what they are doing but think they will not only have fun
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but quickly become very good at their job. I did neither.
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My first day on the job I was placed in a little-used area of the kitchen and
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trained with a classmate from the year behind me on making the Whopper. Grab a
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five-inch sesame bun, toast it, take out a paper and place it on the board.
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Place the bun, spread mayo on the top bun, add a dusting of lettuce, two
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tomatoes, get the patty, four pickles, three rings of ketchup, and three rings
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of onion. My turn. The mayo hard a hard time staying on the spatula and I had
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to dip the spatula many times to finish spreading it on the bun. The lettuce I
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couldn't figure out, I always did too much or too little. Tomatoes, fine, but I
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went and grabbed one and placed it, grabbed the other and placed it. Meat,
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fine. Pickles, I always grabbed too many or too few, and it took me a moment to
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place them. Ketchup I used my forearm to move the bottle rather than the wrist
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as I should have. Onions I couldn't grab correctly and it took me a moment to
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spread them. My initial time spent making one Whopper was three or four
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minutes.
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I came in at probably 1500 or so and left at 1800. I can't say for sure but
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that's what I would imagine because my first many shifts were three-hour stints
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and this would be from a little after I got out of high school to when the
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kitchen started to get busy. The person with which I trained left Burger King
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maybe a couple months ago.
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After proving my ineptitude when it came to the kitchen, but being too socially
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awkward to interact with customers, I was put on videos again. The videos
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explained simple things about sanitation that even at first were clearly not
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accurate to what was happening in the kitchen. I naively assumed this
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difference came from my coworkers not knowing the contents of the videos and so
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started to mention these differences in hopes we could make food properly and
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safely. After a little while these corrections started to be less and less well
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received.
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I don't remember much of Winter 2020 because I was busy with school, struggling
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with my parents - about whom I write very little, because I try not to speak
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ill of others - and trying to figure out how to get out of my current and
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stifling situation.
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My coworkers frequently used slurs of ableist, homophobic, and transphobic
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natures. Among them r-----, f-----, and tr---- were common utterances and I
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pretended they didn't affect me despite falling into the categories
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particularly insulted by all three profanities. It was the heyday of anti-
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Capitalist Twitter and the same time period in which I started engaging with
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higher level philosophical thingies like gender accelerationism, anarchism,
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juche. The time period where I discovered nuances even in things where I didn't
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expect them like the DPRK's place within the world. I knew what the "triggered
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Liberal" acted like and I knew what the stereotypical tr---- looked like. My
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gender identity was expressed only in private among friends with the exception
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of losing a bet I knew I couldn't win and wearing a dress in class. However I
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was too fat for it and ended up getting stuck in the dress. I've lost 55 pounds
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in the years since.
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2023-10-13
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[ 4:36 PM] trinity: this burger king is so funny. it's amazing it functions
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[ 4:38 PM] trinity:
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ricky: "i say what i want, i have no filter. i dont
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care who i offend"
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trin: "wow ricky you're so cool for having no self
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control"
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ricky: "okay, this shit is seriously starting to piss
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me off."
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**WALKS OUT OUT OF ANGER AT MY JOKE**
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[ 4:38 PM] trinity: the assistant manager said holy shit did that really just
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happen and this morning told the gm and the gm thought it
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was funny as fuck
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[ 4:39 PM] [...]: lmfaoo
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[ 4:39 PM] [...]: ricky sounds like such a guy
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[...]
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[10:18 PM] sasha: he got offended
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