The post got the attention of a co-worker, who does not like the idea of grown men raping young boys.
There is a guy at the bar lately who got fired from his job because of something he posted on his Social Media. It involved a Hollywood Celebrity in the news and NAMBLA. Yeah: that celebrity. The post could not reasonably be misconstrued as supporting NAMBLA, but reason is like common sense: a lot of people don't have it. They probably have their reasons. That make sense to them.
The post got the attention of a co-worker, who does not like the idea of grown men raping young boys. So the guy got called into HR, where he explained that he didn't like the idea of grown men raping young boys, either. He was making a point about hypocrisy in the way points are often made on the internet: through hyperbole.
HR informed him that child rape is not funny, and is certainly against company policy. There are people employed there who have children, and they do not want those children raped. The fear of child rape creates an unsafe work environment. She told him that, if he thought about it, he wouldn't want to work in an unsafe environment, either. Which was kinda beside the point by then, because they then fired him. He would no longer work in their unsafe environment.
He wasn't able to find another office job, so he is working in a warehouse near the ferry terminal. Occasionally he drives a forklift. The guy who trained him on the forklift can't drive a forklift anymore. Because of an injury he received from a forklift. Some environments are more unsafe than others.
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My father ran a drug store at 4307 University Way. He would employ me as a clerk working the cash register. In the late 60's, I knew all the stories on the Ave. Mildred Keyes was the switchboard operator at the Malloy Manor. She was morbidly obese, and waddled through every afternoon on her way to work. She always wanted two fudgesicles wrapped with extra paper to keep it cold.
ReplyDeleteWayne Aho was a self-employed UFO investigator. You can't make this stuff up.
Marlboro man was 75 years old, and smoking a two packs a day. He was always trying to tell me that cigarettes weren't going to kill him.
Up until the late '70's, the state liquor control board would not license a tavern, bar within a mile of campus. That's how Theodore Roethke ended up writing poetry at the Blue Moon.
When the liquor laws were relaxed, you started to see more lost kids....Acid Kid....on the Ave.
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DeleteThere is some great history there. I hear a lot of stories of how it was before the decay set in -- I arrived too late to see those days.
I think I am drawn to the Ave because it is so disjointed: it is both collapsing on itself and, in areas, standing ragged but proud.