I woke up, nothing but a disappointment. My feelings are dismissed as a label on a bottle. The hurt, an overreaction. They say it’s a cycle, but you too have cycles. Cycles of loving and blatant disregard. It’s so easy to blame my tears on a bottle. Will you please, look in the mirror.
What’s a ‘happy’?
This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like. Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour. This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York. This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary. Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank. A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank. This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.
If only the big banks could give up some of their $500-Trillion to help the struggling, cold, hungry, ill and homeless. There are people that can’t afford getting an education while others drink $100,000 bottles of wine and wear $450,000 watches. (Not to mention you could pay off the US’s national debt 25 times with that kind of money.)
I admire honesty…