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- cross-posted to:
- chapotraphouse@hexbear.net
https://bsky.app/profile/brenthor.bsky.social/post/3krzc7fs77k2i
Best job i ever had was maintenance guy at a nursing home. Loved it. Rewarding. Fulfilling. Paid only $10.75/hr so i left it and ‘developed my career’ and now im ‘successful’ but at least once a week i have dreams where im back in the home hanging pictures, flirtin with the ol gals, being useful.
So when people ask ‘who fixes toilets under communism?’ my answer is a resounding ‘me. I will fix the toilets.’
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Whoever is going to be using it. It’s not fucking complicated. Under (actual) communism the populace is educated to take care of themselves, unlike in capitalism, which purposefully perpetuates the class divide through lack of education to preserve hierarchy.
Communism would just end up with everyone being brain surgeons and rocket scientists with nobody filling potholes.
I’m from the middle of nowhere West Virginia where a lot of the times you can’t get the county to fill in potholes. Lots of people manually fill them in themselves with gravel. If the tools were readily available to borrow, then there would absolutely be somebody that would fix their own road.
We act like there was no infrastructure before capitalism, and that’s just not the case. If a village needed a bridge, they built a bridge together.
that’s what the automation is for
But who automates the automatons?
The auto-automatons ofc
And who automates the auto-automatons? Hmm checkmate.
auto-auto-automatons
We would need some mathematicians to generalize this to the entire set though. Then we’d have the more elegantly named auto-Natons which is valid for any positive integer N.
This is a joke right? Like those jobs are grueling as fuck and require very particular people to be interested/capable.
I’m damn near 40 in a great career and I still miss my old McDonald’s days that paid peanuts. It was a weird mix of monotony, spontaneity and genuine friendships.
Happiest I’ve ever been at work has been fixing and cleaning things that needed it.
The thing that always stopped it was the inhumane work conditions and lack of respect. If you’re happy to treat me as an equal, and make me a cup of tea when I take a break to stretch my back and knees I’ll do the dirty shitty work for you.
If you want me to work to the point of damaging my body and then raise your voice at me if you see me taking a damn breather then we’re gonna have a problem.
