AA+ *

Detroit, Michigan

AA+ DOESN'T WORK

My whole working life was clouded by Affirmative Action. The only positive I got out of it was allowing the black guys fuck it all up and I'd go in on premium time to fix it.

Affirmative Action (AA+) is a quota system. The only way to do it is with numbers. Numbers don't lie. After 40 years, dumb black people are still dumb. You need to know how to read and write to get into Harvard. The smart ones would have made it, regardless, and in many ways AA+ held them back. All the help in the world with the vast majority of, esp., urban black people, was a waste. So many are un-educatable. The Chicago Teachers Union is an easy target for vitriol, but the clay they are tasked to mold is rock hard. The teachers are demoralized spiritually. They know it. They have an impossible job. The police knew it, they quit and went to Arizona or Missouri with their early pensions. I don't blame them. AA+ destroyed the CPD, a public job, IMO, that must be based on merit. I've been told by a Lt. in the Chicago Fire Department that the black guys in the Firehouse don't ever put themselves at risk. They stand on the sidewalk with a hose and listen to the screams, he said. That's their choice.

The business world was corrupted even further by AA+. I saw it from the ground level. In public works, sealed bidding was destroyed at the taxpayers expense because the contractor would have to carry a minority "junior" contractor on the job. There is a black business mafia and it's always the same handful of guys at the top tied to the politicians. They quickly figured out how to make big money with such a "busing" solution to a non-existent problem.  As a 'partner', they would find a half-bright minority guy, set him up in business, pick up the payroll and provide the tools. He would be HNIC and it would quickly go to his head. He becomes a complete asshole terrorizing his employees making a difficult job dangerous. His 30% minority contractor, Wakanda Electric, works along with the rest, causing friction and petty fights on the job. Basically, they were there to fuck shit up by their stupidity and lack of common sense requiring the Contractor to fix the problem billing the State for 'extras'.  It became ouroboros, the snake eating it's tail. Along with the fact of featherbedding these mooks finding easy jobs for them that doesn't demand much thinking, many don't have a clue in what they are doing no matter serving an apprenticeship or how long in the trade. Someone has to pick their tab.

I want the Obama Center built with black tradespeople from Project Manager to Apprentice Trainee Assistant.  It would never get done.

Women are divisive. They do not belong in the trades, unless they do. Meaning, you get your respect by how you work on the job side by side. The neighboring local jurisdiction I often worked recruited from the Pink Slipper lesbian bar. Never had a problem with any of those gals. The ones who brought the donuts or insisted on a clean shithouse blew my skirt up. What do you think no one has ever howled to the General Contractor  about the dirty plastic shithouses before? And you get your own private lavatory with a lock and key, Princess?   Working along these complainiacs it's easy to discern their game is to find someone else to do their work. Their ambition is the clipboard and the ability to boss people around, which they don't do well. They are hard partners to carry, "got spurs on", we used to say. We'd try to share the load by passing her around on assignments Being a bitch boy is a long day, but one has to suck it up for the team. The key was to find the right BB for her. If a romance develops, nothing but personnel problems are ahead.

Affirmative Action was instigated by the social engineers of the University of Chicago who work for the People who rule over us. It was designed to divide the working class: Black vs. White, Men against Women, young opposing old on a day by day, hour by hour basis building resentment at the shop floor level, it only grows. I am a deep witness to that statement and can back it up fully with my life. A huge reason for the present day dis-organized labor is the result of AA+.

Don't look for help from any institution, they have all been corrupted, leafing down, top heavy with stupid people.

There isn't anyone special in this country. Getting the G to be your strongarm bully because you can't sell your case is cowardly. Similar to hiring someone to kill your wife.

AA+, good riddance.

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The Finish Line*

The Finish Line

The rocking chair money has arrived.

While I basically left the Wage Slave Plantation in 2008, I still had to eke out an existence. I did it with no State help, refusing CA Unemployment Benefits even when I was able to collect. Some might question that decision, but I'm living an independent life and not a Ward of the State.

I qualified for those benefits by working a few payroll jobs out of the union hall. When the local boys can't fill the job requests they filter down to likes of me, "the traveler", even though I have lived in the jurisdiction for 8 years. I got several jobs this way and milked them for all I could. These contractors didn't get much work out of me and I can proudly say I ended my electrical payroll career getting fired on a double time Sunday in the middle of the day.

I worked off my truck being helpful to my customers. Older, likable folks I hardly charged for my services, others I charged a lot because of their bad attitude. It was a word of mouth, business card promoted type of work, sometimes it rained jobs but I also enjoyed the droughts. Always paid my taxes like my fellow citizens Amazon, Google and Exxon do. I'm my own worse Boss, but I survived.

As a young man starting in 1979, I joined a group that was full of life. We worked hard, drank hard, played hard. We built buildings, big ones. The apprenticeship wasn't easy. The trades are difficult, the people are difficult, and electricity is dangerous. So are ironworkers dropping their spud wrenches. There were a lot of traditions I was supposed to go along with and I found that difficult, like showing up for work on time. Once the journeyman's card arrived, I felt as if I could go anywhere and do anything electrical to earn a living - and I did. From nuclear power plants to installing data systems, I did it all. Paying off three mortgages, raising 3 children, putting them through college, our family benefited. I carried a cockiness and confidence, down right arrogance sometimes, everywhere I went. We all did, the trades do that to you. You are as good as your last day of work, separation and rejection are an integral part of the business. Being nice wasn't a job requirement, but doing your job was.

I went through the class of the first woman taking an apprenticeship. A nice person, I bet she had a fine career, I'm sure it was tough in a lot of ways. Affirmative Action paralleled my whole working life. I learned to take second shift calls for minority contractors so we could fix the work of the day shift at a better rate of pay. I learned to understand that an address in the city or a lack of penis or a skin color allowed one to step ahead of me in line waiting for a job that's what my white privilege got me. Being 'union' finally meant Hooray For Me. The Federal government made that happen. No disrespect to many women in our local but the joke was, "she knew EEOC law, sexual harassment law, workers compensation law but she didn't know Ohm's Law."

Some of the characters I was in daily interactions with defined my attitudes about work and life. I think of them most fondly, us working and battling shoulder to shoulder for the rank and file in internal local struggles, and enjoy the occasional phone call from a long ago friend. My heart does nosedive when I see one of their names on the 'Less Donkeys, More Hay' memorial list the local puts out monthly.

After 25 years in construction, I thought it time to pick up a maintenance gig and glide out gracefully from the hard work world. Was I ever wrong. I was hired at a major university and thought I had gone to heaven. Change light bulbs and ballasts, push my cart around surrounded by co-eds, an easier experience I couldn't find. Parachuting into a gang of 15-25 year veterans, forever the 'new guy' and getting played on long time feuds and personal hatreds, it was a toxic place to work. I had no experience with office politics short of punching someone in the nose. I also had to deal with a time clock which I never had to before. That piece of of workplace life, so familiar to some, was a psychological hammer used against all of us. I really missed my independence.

I lasted exactly three years and left with my hair on fire. I lost my confidence, my ability to see anything without anger, my love of my fellow workingman. It was a low point in my life. To be fair to those miserables I left behind, my personal life was filled with alcohol and emotional abuse. I am responsible for my words and actions, nothing happens in a vacuum, but they were some rotten sonsofbitches, mostly. Some of the worst people I ever worked with and I worked with some real assholes. So began the Escaped Wage Slave blog.

CAUTION: ADVICE

Do what you love and love what you do. Never put up with jerks, put-downs, or authority insecurities. Learn what you need and practice it for yourself. Don't pretend to 'love your job' when you don't. Work is joy, if it isn't, make it joyful. There are a lot of people out there that need your help. If your job is to make someone else a lot of money, let them do the work. Helping others is your job.

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The Invisible Rainbow*

https://escapedwageslave.blogspot.com/2021/03/the-invisible-rainbow.html

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Professor Doom

http://professorconfess.blogspot.com/

8 Reasons Not To Go To University

https://www.foxbusiness.com/economy/electrician-shortage-six-figure-salary-job

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