Washing dishes at a restaurant was my jam. Cranking music, making the other staff happy since I could clear that place like nobody else. all the dishes were the same and fit in the machine that was made for them, so I could focus on making the most efficient system to get everything done fast. I was wet and standing on slippery concrete all day, but it’s rewarding being the best at something.

But it payed 7.00, and the managers treated me like shit. Only job I ever walked out of when the owner started scolding me for washing a bin that was brought to me that still had too many frozen peas in it in her opinion. Final straw after constantly being short staffed, changing shifts last minute, firing good managers to give their shitty kids the positions, and forcing everyone to fill in other jobs without training.

Fuck you, pie company. I could have been happy.

Honestly I love the idea of just living life hanging out and being helpful at my own pace. Fixing things, growing things. Helping people without the stress of quotas or productivity over my head.

Being useful vs being productive, the struggle of capitalism.

I don’t love love plumbing but I’ll do it 30 hrs a week if it needs doing and I dont have to worry about my basic needs not getting met (especially when I get too old or injured to keep plumbing)

most shitty jobs aren’t that shitty if you take away the profit motive and treat people with a little dignity.

i like cooking people food but jesus fucking christ is it a lot of fucking work

“Who fucks my wife under communism?”

Same, my favorite job was working as a (non-certified) machinist and welder that designed and made in-house jigs and equipment for a factory. I loved designing the parts and then turning a pile of stock into a useful piece of equipment. I ended up becoming a PhD scientist and still miss that job. The worse part is that I totally could have made a decent career out of welding. My cousin is making more than me as a welder without any degree.

You could just do what you do now, but after removing all the bullshit PR, Banking, Marketing and PMC jobs, there’s double the workforce so the plumbers work 50% and are happy because they have more time to work out and hang out with friends and family.

Alternatively: we repurpose “self-driving” Tesla busses, put in a bunch of sleep pods and turn them into mobile automated gulags on wheels. They just drive up and unload a crew of former PMCs/CEOs led in at gunpoint by AI robodog, restrained by shock-collar, that amazon gadget registering if you’re moving or not and geo-fencing as they are forced to scrub that bowl, fix that leak, paint that wall and so on. They get re-educated in VR (that detects if your eye-lids are closed or not) as they are transported between worksites and sustain themselves on a steady diet of soylent meal-replacement. The busses are parked on a repurposed luxury liner just circling the globe picking them up and unloading them to disaster sites as needed. Trapped in a high-tech torment nexus of their own creation until they repent, after which they get a small apartment and a bicycle in some really small town where they can never hurt anyone again. Fully automated so no camp guards are needed or hurt.

Turns out I like helping people. If I could do that and not have to worry about affording food or a place to live then I wouldn’t really give a shit about pay.

There’s days I miss catering, as brutal as it got. But the pay was really bad, especially considering how fast you burn through dress pants and how the money barely covers the laundry and parking that you inevitably find yourself paying for at some locations. But goddamn, I even get a smile thinking about the time I put in 30 hours in 2 days. Absolute hell; I lusted for it.

Nobody. We all just poop on our balls at that point.

I would love to cook food for other people if it was under proper conditions and valued fairly.

I worked a summer where I maintained shrubbery at retirement homes and it was incredibly rewarding, would love to do it, but not for minimum wage and not without breaks in the hot summer sun for 9 hours a day.

I would love to work on a ship transporting essential goods, but I’m neurodivergent, so I’m not allowed

I’d love to work with children, I used to and it was rewarding as fuck. However I don’t wanna be the sole person responsible for 25 minors (including a few with special needs) especially when I have no formal education in the field. Even less when my wage gets cut. Even less when the field got less and less financial support.

I’d love to teach the elderly how to speak another language or develop other skills. I volunteered for this once and enjoyed it. Just didn’t have time to volunteer, and there’s no paid gigs.

I’ve loved working in the service industry as a waiter, a tour guide, a chef and a lot more and it was all so rewarding. Work conditions sucked the life out of me however.
I worked in demolition and loved it, I would love to do that kind of hard labour if I knew safety precautions were taken and I could be sure management didn’t screw me out of wages. However I can’t, because both things happened often.

I would not like to show up and rubber-stamp public infrastructure plans I know suck shit, but it’s the job that pays the best, so I guess this is what society needs. Society is just desperate for me to clock in, take an hour long shit, drink a litre of coffee, steal from the canteen (out of principle) and fuck about on social media for a few hours. I don’t see the utility and it is making me depressed, but I guess this is what society needs. Capitalism is the most efficient distributor of resources after all.

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probably me, i suppose.

The material conditions that precede full communism would mean that no job would need doing unless you want to do it. Automation, robots, etc would take care of all the menial labor. Human labor would be absolutely voluntary and recreational.

But I get we’re talking lower stage communism ie socialism. People are willing to do the jobs required by the world around them when treated with respect and dignity, without exploitation and corporate dictatorship. And if sincerely nobody wanted to do it full time, alternative models exist, like dividing basic janitorial work amongst office staff with a chore chart