Reposted from Mar. 22, 2011.
During my own investigations into economic and political systems, I came across the idea of worker co-operatives. These are businesses which are collectively owned by their workers and democratically managed. When I first learned about these, I was stunned at how brilliant of an idea it seemed to be. It was something of a hybrid between a corporation and a partnership. As I investigated other issues, I kept coming back time and time again to this alluring concept that had never been taught to me in my classes on business or economics. It seemed to be an excellent idea, worthy of my support. And in the end, I based some of my own ideas on politics and economics around this concept. So in order to do what I can to support these co-ops, I want to spend a little bit of time talking about the benefits this form of business can have. I’ve divided the benefits into three main areas (though there is some overlap): economic, personal/social, and ethical. But first, let me describe in a little more detail what a worker co-op is.Continue Reading
Yesterday was quite disappointing. Work was pretty boring, since it was an afternoon shift, so there weren’t very many people there. Afterwards, I called up Jeff to see if he wanted to do something. He did, so I started calling other people as well. The only people that could actually come were Angelie and Dave. Eventually we figured out that we’d go to Jeff’s house and hang out in his garage – since it has a TV and card table and such in there. Angelie ended up not going because she would be the only girl there. Pphh. I don’t see how that makes a difference, really. I mean, I hang out with all girls sometimes, and other than the fact that they get hyper and annoying, I don’t mind it. At least when they do that, I can laugh at them, so I still have a fun time being entertained at other people being idiots. But whatever. Angelie skipped out on us, so it was just going to be Jeff, Dave, and me there.
I got to Jeff’s house, and he told me that Dave had flaked out too. Apparently he hadn’t actually asked his parents to go, and they wanted him to stay home or something. So it was just Jeff and me. That wasn’t too bad; I mean, I’ve hung out with him before and had some fun. We played Tony Hawk for a while, and then another game called Flat Out, where you drive a car…Continue Reading
Last night was quite the eventful night. I went to work at 6:30 PM, and was introduced to the concession. Yes, I’m being trained to get popcorn, spit in drinks, and the whole deal. It was quite exciting. Well, I guess it wasn’t that exciting, but I’ll say it is just to make the whole night that I’ll describe for you just that much more interesting.
I signed in on my cash register thing first of all, after choosing a six-digit number to use as my login. The registers there are much more ancient than the one at Quizno’s. You see, Quizno’s had one of those touch-screen registers, where it was essentially a computer. These things at the theatre are of the more archaic push-button things, where sometimes it takes forty-three metric tonnes of pressure per square inch just to make the button work. Don’t ask me how I measured it (I didn’t). At first, Nikki set me to work getting orders for people. She showed me the sizes of drinks, and also the size of popcorn bags. Then she took orders while I got them all ready. Basically, it’s easiest to do the drinks first, since you can just set them there and they’ll fill up. Then popcorn comes next. The scoops to pick up the popcorn are really annoying, because they’re made for right-handed people. As I began to scoop out popcorn, I thought about just how much better life would be if left-handed people were in the…Continue Reading
Well, let me give a short recounting of last night. I went to work, had about the longest shift I’ve ever worked, and then came home. Well, okay, that’s not exactly how it went, but that’s the main idea. I’ve worked longer before, but this seemed so long and boring since it just wasn’t busy. I’m not sure why it wasn’t busy on a Friday night, but I guess it’s because the theatre really sucks compared to Famous Players or something like that. At one point, just before I left, we had four people cleaning theatres – two people were supposed to be doing it, and the other two just really had nothing else to do, so they helped out. While cleaning one theatre, I found an unopened can of Diet Coke with Lime in one of the cupholders. I claimed it as my spoils of war and took it home with me. I also found a toonie on the ground. I felt pretty special after that. Talk about a lucky night!
During the boring stages of work (in other words, the times when the movies were playing and there was nothing to do), I got a chance to talk to some of the people working at concession. Now, on one of my other shifts, I had been talking to Eric, and he had pointed out one of the people there and asked me if I thought she was hot. Being like any red-blooded male, I said yes, and then…Continue Reading
Yesterday was pretty cool. In the afternoon, Jeff called me up and asked if I wanted to do something. Since I worked Sunday and today, I figured that yesterday was the sandwich day that I’d have to fill in with something good. After all, no one eats a sandwich just for the bread. So I said sure, and he came and picked me up. We then went and picked up Melissa, then drove over to Angelie’s house and picked her up as well. Jeff’s plan was to go go-karting at Ben-Mar, so off we went.
When we got there, it wasn’t raining, but you could tell that it had been raining quite recently. The go-karts were closed, but Jeff figured that they’d likely open them up in about half an hour or so once the track dried up. So we went and sat in Johnny-be-Good for a while, then went back to check again. They were still closed, so I guess they just decided to keep it closed for the entire day or something. So instead, we played a round of mini-golf. Jeff beat me by one stroke to get first place, so I didn’t do too badly, I suppose. Afterwards, we headed to Tim Hortons so Angelie could get a cinnamon roll, and then we headed home because people wanted to be home for supper at their own houses. We decided to reconvene at 7:30 PM with a movie or something. And now I’ve completely lost track of what…Continue Reading
Today’s entry should be short, because not much happened last night. I worked from 5:30-9:30 PM, so it conveniently cut out the time I sometimes spend hanging out with my friends on Sunday nights. Whatever. When I got home, there was a message from Jeff, but since I didn’t feel like hanging out anyways, I just didn’t call back. Besides, I don’t have his cell phone number written down. Anyways, work was alright. I was working with a guy named Eric, who seems pretty cool, besides being a bit crude like most guys are. The important thing that happened last night was that I got to know some of the people there a bit better. Eric told me a few things about the people there – a few of the things he said were bad, but a few were good as well, so that may help me in the future. I just still feel like “the new guy” right now. After all, someone called me that last night. I still don’t “fit in,” but I know that it will come with time; I just have to be patient and keep getting to know people.
Anyways, as I mentioned in the last entry, yesterday I talked to Pastor Al about the Bible study and how best to set it up. I suggested doing it on Thursdays at the church if it was free then, so he was going to check into that. At lunchtime, my mom asked me what Pastor Al…Continue Reading
It’s a strange feeling having friends. I mean, I’ve always had friends, but it’s a strange feeling having friends who actually want to spend time with you. I know that sounds kind of stupid, but when most of your life you’ve only had “school friends” who will talk to you all week at school and then act like you don’t exist once the weekend comes, it’s certainly good to have a change. I remember a couple years ago, I would perhaps get one phone call a month at most. Now there seems to be more phone calls for me than for anyone else in my family. Yes, I know, I’m a stud. Now get back in line to get your autographs.
Yesterday around lunchtime, Jeff called me to see if I wanted to do something. Right before he phoned, I had just popped a bagel into the toaster and was engaged in a process of complaining at how little cream cheese was left in the container. A bagel just isn’t a bagel without cream cheese, and the fact that I was going to have to go sparingly with it just didn’t seem morally right to me – nor tasty, either. Anyways, I was sulking over my horrible plight in life when Jeff called me up. He suggested that we get a bunch of people together and then go to Mohawk Park. After getting food and eating it there, we could play frisbee or whatever. That sounded like a good idea…Continue Reading