MFK: Hans Gruber, Consumerism, Gender Neutral Santa (version 2)

Am I a communist because I am just sick of kissing the asses of consumers?

I have been working a lot which financially is a nice change from the iHotel cutting everyone's hours because hotel vacancy in a college town during December is typically. The structure of that property required two guest service agents to be present at all times, so if you were not suffering paycheck wise, your sanity was taking a hit. This being my first Christmas in the 50-hour a week corporate world, my mind is getting to endure all facets of people using the holidays to create a pseudo caste system.

Suddenly everyone becomes illiterate:

• I was not made aware of any renovations (despite the signs upon entering the establishment).
• You should have let us know the TV channels were down when we made the reservation (seven days prior).
• That is not the price the tag said (how were they suppose to know the tag said that was not the item).
• So your price match guarantee is false (no, we prefer liquidate when we are in the red).

Fuck, Hans Gruber for saying, "It's Christmas, Theo. It's the time of miracles. So be of good cheer... and call me when you hit the last lock." Everybody thinks they can be the villain. Everybody thinks they should be on the beach earning 20%.

Best case scenario, they think because it is about the guy who turned water into wine, miracles are not much to ask for. Free stuff is even less trivial.

And then they bitch about socialism and scream for austerity.

The last couple of holiday seasons were not that draining on me. Full-time overnight job in 2016, my time was spent focusing on reinvigorating my spirits after the worse day in at least modern American history. 2017, enjoy the free time and the car insurance check for repairs to make up the difference. What I had was time. Now I have a girlfriend realizing that during her extended holiday freedom, chord cutting has left her without the Syfy Channel during the New Year celebration. No "Twilight Zone," and she is about to bark at Comcast to somehow fit us in for an appointment during the most wonderful time of the year.

It is only wonderful for the consumer. The labor must maintain that status for them.

I have my frustrations at the job I cannot leave, but I am getting treated better than how the iHotel did. The retail job is just a constant reminder of the stupidity of mankind. Sadly, this season, a greater amount of people who perpetuate that customer service is a low rung job are on my side of the counter.

I guess if you have to take part in the season, it becomes a job and not a Madonna track. "Holiday" is implied, but I will take anyone of them except for "Material Girl." For obvious reason, but KMFDM selling out to do a cover of it only leaves a nastier taste in my mouth.

A job is a place you want to get out of the after your first card punch. Because of that, you pick up on all the negativity around you and you are tempted to get into Twitter wars in the defense of folkstyle wrestling standards against long locks of hair. It takes strength to not say, "He broke the rules, I'd have shave his head."

The season has even has me questioning my liberal values. Why is the rape song okay but comedians being taken out of context isn't (yes that's is a defense for Louie CK and Ricky Gervais?

One and a half shifts and I am done busting my butt for the almighty dollar. And then it is all about visiting family outside of Chambana. The punishing nature of capitalism is constant and out to drive me into becoming "that uncle" to my niece and nephew. Makes me really ponder who I am after the side I chose in the case of Brutus "The Referee" Beefcake.