Slave Work
 
Although I want my patreon to be art related, I will make posts they may seem to stray from the art theme, but in the end, they will tie together in a way.

What do I mean by this?

I work at a fast food establishment (whose name I won't reveal yet) as a cook. When I first got the job, I was excited about the order and the way things were done. Although I'm still kind of thrilled about it, there are certain aspects that have caught my attention.

It's literally slave work.

And this isn't an attack on just my job, but with fast food in general. The pay is only $7.75 which is not a living wage, barely minimum. Luckily for me, I get decent hours, but the physical (and even mental) labor of the job can get intense. Everyday I come home with worn legs and feet, smelling like bacon and fried chicken, and my face crusty with who knows what. The smell of grease (mostly bacon) seems to penetrate my fingers.  For the past week I have been working the 5 am - 11 am shift, and I'm lucky if I leave before 12 pm. There are a lot of things that have to be done before I leave like: restocking the meats, washing the dishes (and there's a lot), putting the breakfast food away, taking out the breakfast trash, throwing away and/or storing the leftovers, and cleaning the grill (which can't be cleaned until AFTER 11 am). Plus I dread waking up at 4:30 am to get to work. It's miserable. None of it really upsets me, however.

What upsets me is that we have a multi-million dollar company basically hiring slaves to work so they can become rich. I'm sure they could afford to pay us more than $7.75, but they don't. Luckily for me, I'm not as tied to the job as my co-workers, but I can see the stress on their face when they walk into the door. These people have kids to support. They have us understaffed and overworking to compensate for the lack of desire to have more than a few people working to "cut costs." Well how much cost really needs to be cut?

If you ask me, it's a slave job. But what can you expect from a country built by slaves?

But I appreciate this experience. Why? Because it has inspired something of me. It has inspired me to start a collection of artwork based on the small and the seemingly large struggles of my life, narrating them as best as I can. My job will be a section of it's own.  

I need to start working on Exhibiting places. No point in collecting my own work!

Peace