Daily Verse | John 17:3
“Now this is eternal life: that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.”
Thursday’s Reading: John 18-21
Happy Thursday or, as they say, Friday Eve.
There’s a phenomenon called “reaction videos” where someone will film themselves hearing a certain band or genre of music they’ve never heard before and reacting to it in the moment. Here’s a great compilation of what I’m talking about:
In today’s blog, I’m going react to a video but I’ll do it in writing. (I hope someday to start doing short videos of my material, but for now it’s the written word.)
Here’s the video, followed by my own transcription of what he said.
TRANSCRIPT: People wonder why we need a union at Starbucks. And I am literally about to quit. Like, I don’t know if I’m gonna do it, but, like, I really want to. I almost walked out today—*snif*—and [muddled…something about being in the backroom and being on the floor] it’s just [muddled] I’m like a full-time student I get scheduled for 25 hours a week and on weekends they schedule me the entire day, open to close, I’m on the schedule for eight-and-a-half hours—*snif*—both Saturday and Sunday. I’m like, three-and-a-half hours into my shift, there’s so many customers, and we have four people on the floor all day—weepy noizes—Only five people were put on the schedule and somebody had to call out and there are four people running the whole store and there are so many customers and there’s [muddled] scheduled five people—moar weepy noizes and snifs—We only have 13 people employed at this store and there’s so many customers and they’re gon—moar weepy *snif* noizes—We don’t have fair scheduling, managers don’t care about us, our manager was supposed to come in this weekend and he took himself off the schedule so he wouldn’t be able to be held accountable for calling out. He just literally tore down the schedule that he was scheduled on and put up a new schedule where he wasn’t on the schedule all so we couldn’t have even seen that he was scheduled in the first place because he didn’t want to be held accountable for not wanting to come in—*snif* and deep breath and hand on head and scrunchie face—They don’t want to help us—*snif*—We need a union because this can’t happen. This can’t happen. We need a fairer scheduling—*strong sniff*—we need managers to hold themselves accountable for helping their workers. They refuse to turn mobile orders off. We need the liberty to be able to do that because there’s so many mobile orders and they need to get through all of them and then—voice starts to tremble—people are yelling at me because I don’t have their orders ready—breaky crying voice—and I don’t know what to do and I need to do it. And a customer was misgendering me today like, really badly, I didn’t have their order ready and so they were just like [muddled] “she’s clearly incompetent.” I have a full mustache and beard!—sadz blubber *snif*—what the f**k! I don’t get accommodations for being neurodivergent. I don’t—sigh *snif*—like I can’t u—like I—people get mad at me for using my sick time—I don’t even know what to do anymore. I’m like at my wit’s end with this job. I really am—*big sigh *snif*—and I just wanna be able to work.
REACTION: Good grief! I hope I die before the Chinese invade the U.S. and all we have standing between us and them is a soggy sack of snot-nosed self-absorbed soybois curled up on the floor with tears flooding their statement glasses.
R U SRIUS?
Let me sum up his gripe: he wants to unionize because he has to work hard when his store is short-staffed and there are a lot of customers and he has challenges.
He’s a full-time student! He’s scheduled 25 hours a week! He works full days on the weekends! His manager doesn’t care about him! His manager didn’t come in! He’s been called “she” even though he has facial hair! And, the worst, he gets no pass for being “neurodivergent,” which is a “nonmedical term that describes people whose brain develops or works differently for some reason.”
According to the Cleveland Clinic,
Neurodivergent isn’t a medical term. Instead, it’s a way to describe people using words other than “normal” and “abnormal.” That’s important because there’s no single definition of “normal” for how the human brain works.
The word for people who aren’t neurodivergent is “neurotypical.” That means their strengths and challenges aren’t affected by any kind of difference that changes how their brains work.
In other words, if someone is “neurotypical” they are … um, how do I put this? … normal.
AS AN ASIDE: All they’re doing is substituting “neurotypical” and “neurodivergent” for “normal” and “abnormal.” This is more of the same euphemistic idiocy pandering to emotional weaklings who demand to be treated as special because they all got participation trophies growing up so no one got the sadz. Having never suffered defeat or setback, they now run around ordering those of us who are normal to not call ourselves “normal” so they don’t feel left out.
Here’s my advice for “Evan” who, rumor has it, is attending an Ivy League School and might—emphasis on might—be a girl trying to be a boy. What is a woman, anyway?
First, nobody is holding a gun to your head, Evan. You don’t have to work 25 hours a week. You don’t have to work on the weekends. A job is voluntary, not compulsory.
Second, no one owes you a job. A company is not required to give you a job. A company agrees to hire and train you and pay you a certain amount of money, and you agree to perform certain duties in return for that money. If the company doesn’t think it’s working it out, they can terminate your employment. A job is voluntary, not compulsory, for the company, too.
Third, don’t bash your employer or your manager on social media where they are sure to see it. See previous paragraph.
Fourth, stop victimizing yourself. You have a brain that can’t be accommodated at Starbs? Find a place that is willing to accommodate it. Starbs is in the business of selling coffee, not comforting soft men.
Finally, listen to what the apostle Paul says in 1 Corinthians 16:13, where he uses the phrase, “act like men.” It’s a call to be tough or courageous when faced with a difficult situation (like living for Christ) and in our day we’d say something like, “man up” or “be a man” or “pull yourself together” or “grow a pair.”
Man up, Evan. Don’t collapse at the first sign of pressure. Build some perseverance. Learn to how to tough it out. Life can and will be harder than filling too many drink orders on a Saturday.