WC Worker's Collective

 I have a very serious issue. Well I have quite a few issues but I'm focusing on one in particular. I heavily dislike myself. This isn't a medical condition, at least as far as I'm aware. Though I haven't been tested by a professional so take what I say with a grain of salt. But, irrespective of a diagnosis of a recognized condition, I still harbor these feelings. Most of the time things are relatively fine, but occasionally something will remind me of all of my failure, and the sadness with come flooding in. And it happens before I'm consciously aware and so mounting a preemptive response is seemingly impossible. Even now it's hard to talk about this. Partly because of how it makes me feel, but also because it's hard to put into words. Everyone makes mistakes, right? Even if you're clumsy, you shouldn't feel ashamed. But when I try to bring up my concerns, they often get shut down. So I have no idea what the parameters of these feelings are. I'v

A small, thin, green, transparent plastic cartridge sits in my hand. A small lid on the front with the cover beneath it implies convenience and a quick relief from bad breath. The bumps along the side of the cartridge keep my grip firm as I turn it over in my hands. The entire back is white with fine print that I barely glance over. The only thing that catches my gaze is a small green triangle with an exclamation point. "The carrying case may present a chocking hazard." A very simple warning, but a necessary one. With 24 bits to go, I open the small thing. There's a bit of resistance but with a bit more force there's a surprisingly loud pop. The plastic latch bends from the center of the front of the cartridge and into the finger holding it steady. There isn't any smell, even putting my nose over the opening, but that's only one part of it. Sitting inside of the light green holder is several thin green strips, blending in with their container. I try to pinch o

 Hey again. This one is going to be a little bit  more free style than the last post. Part of my philosophy is that not trying to connect with the people around you can only lead to misfortune. Especially in the business world, there are very few that can have that one in a million idea or ride long enough to become a monopoly. Losing touch with customers and losing their good will is a death blow if you've managed to gain some following. This post is going to be a look at why this blog is a Worker's collective, even if only in name. Take a hypothetical company: Under a more standard corporate hierarchical structure, the CEO and those of the management own the rights to the company. Of the total budget of the company, after expenses, take whatever comes off of the top as "profit". This is where the majority of a company's wealth is funneled. So long as they make more profit than before, nothing else matters. And those bellow them suffer as they clip corners to mak

Hello again. This is Aniken again and I've been called on to formulate my thoughts on the ideas of blogs. There may be some bias, but whether that's from doing a blog or being told to do a blog is up to be discovered as the blog unfolds. My thoughts on blogs in general however is mostly neutral, slightly positive. Though that's sort of depends on you're trying to get out of doing something like a blog in the first place. But enough rambling and let's take a quick look. So if you want to boil it down to basics, a blog is just a public place to give an opinion of variable depth or intention. It's distinct from some social media like Twitter For focusing less on attention grabbing buzz, and specifically not having a character limit. It's less flashy than other media forms so their popularity has started to wane. However on the small scale a large enough personality could bring life to an individual blog or a site if they get big enough. Personally I feel that b