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I work for a big fucking store that shouldn't exist and it makes me mad every day.
Holidays are the worst. At Christmas the two big things we push are electronics and cheap chocolate, aka the two things almost universally made by slaves. Imagine your religion's flagship holiday being a celebration of slave labor. Wild.
Every season we stock countless shitty synthetic t-shirts nobody's going to buy, of some overrated cartoon character with a different accessory badly edited on. The amount of plastic going into landfills in the name of Stitch or Charlie Brown makes me sick to think about. Don't come at me for calling them overrated, neither is worse intentionally destroying a planet for.
The amount of plastic waste we make on the job is awful, too. Half the time I bag an order, the bag splits and I have to grab another one. Do you think we're always in reach of a recycling can? Nah, that shit's going in the trash, along with the "paper" (plastic) we use to print our labels that misprint 90% of the time, the extraneous plastic bits that fall off the milk jug, and so on.
But it's the best wage I'm getting. So I silently fume for eight hours every day while I contribute to the ruin of a planet I ostensibly love. Oh well!