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If you want another example of how this company is full of evil hacks, they are now making it harder for us to get to and from work.

They had this partnership with Lyft where between 6 PM and 6 AM you could get $20 off a Lyft to or from your home store. It was deemed a safety measure for those of us who don't have cars so we're not waiting outside in the dark before open or after close.

It's 7:30 PM, I'm done with my shift. My bus won't be here for half an hour so I try to call a Lyft only to find my coupon isn't applying.

I refresh it, I look under payments, I'm assuming it's a bug. Then I check the benefits screen and find this.

They have *halved* our availability to use this service. Also, not all Starbucks are open under 11:30 PM making this benefit useless.

None of this was told to partners. We had to discover it on our own.

This is how companies fuck you. You may think you have great benefits, but you have no power to keep them. Once labor gets compliant, the executives will take everything, bit by bit, penny by fucking penny. And reminder, this was a *safety* measure. Your wellbeing is meaningless to them.

Context, I don't think page/word count is the end all be all for how long a book will take you. Language and complexity play a part but I also think there's something more that I haven't been able to put my finger on.

For example, it took me a little over a month to finish Leo Tolstoy's *War and Peace* with a word count of about 587,000. It also took me a little less than a month to finish Tom Robbins' *Jitterbug Perfume*, which clocks in at around 85,000 words.

Even if I read "more" while getting through *War and Peace*, how did it take nearly as long for me to finish something 1/5th the size?

My conclusion, some books are growers, and some books are showers.

*War and Peace* is a shower: it looks massive but if you're engaged with the narrative you can blaze through it.

*Jitterbug Perfume* is a grower. You have to crawl your way through it like you're under a bush.

Some books show their length on their sleeves, some hide it, and some fake their size.

We had a rough one at the national chain coffee shop yesterday. There was the kind of traffic that we needed a minimum of 6 people to handle. We had 2.

The district manager happened to be doing a routine check in. She saw the chaos, told the supervisor to reach out to other stores for support, then left. I think she was in the building for less than 5 minutes.

Somehow she is not aware that these "other stores" are stretched just as thin as we are despite being in charge of them. She has no knowledge of how our store works or interest in learning. She was confused on how we ran out of food to sell when we sold more than 500 items in one day, more than our fridges can hold.

Management isn't there to support. Their job is to monitor. They are the snitches of the executive class, letting the top know when workers are discussing making their lives better through collective action.

I'm making the distinction between worker and manager on purpose. Management doesn't work, they don’t get their hands dirty, don’t get screamed at for minimum wage. They exist to "manage" the laborer.

Two people ordered teas at the same time, one hot tea, one iced tea. I put down the iced tea, the hot one is already on the counter, and turn to walk away but one of the customers calls me back.

She says "We both got teas, how are we supposed to know which one is which?"

I point to one person and ask "You got a iced tea?" She says yes. I say "Yours is the iced one." Then I point to the other person and ask "You got a hot tea?" She says yes. I say "Yours is the hot one."

I am 30 seconds into my shift and I've already got people throwing out their trash in the can I'm trying to replace. Like my hands are literally on it and there are 4 more cans less than a foot away.

This is a follow up to the story here about people not knowing how to drink.

We don't carry straws at my local cafe. When I told that to someone they replied "How am I supposed to drink my cold brew then?" And I just kind of stuttered "We have lids."

I get having a preference but being asked this feels like you're asking me "how do you walk?"

My bookstore is half bookstore, half cafe. We ask people not to bring books they haven't purchased yet into the cafe part because if they get food or coffee on them, we can't sell them.

Person sits down with an expensive hardcover, like I know off the top of my head it's over $35. So I ask her if she's bought it yet, she says no. And I give her the speal I just gave you. She seems like she's used to things going her way as she says "tell you what, if I damage it, then I'll buy it." And I go "No. Please put it back."

She huffs and complains about how she only wanted to read the final chapter because her Kindle died and she's not going to buy the entire book but does eventually put it back on the shelves unharmed.