The dog shop manager came by a little after ten at night. I strongly suspect he’s been enjoying himself all day and then came to check. The coworkers had said that the manager would inspect hygiene tomorrow, but it seems they did it today instead. A coworker also reminded me to mention the performance evaluation to the manager, and later he taught me how to stock and unstock goods. We finished at 11:30 pm. During the shift, another coworker explained the early clock-in procedure: as long as you click into the photo-taking screen in advance and don’t exit, you’re fine. Today we salvaged quite a few scrapped items, but I restrained myself from taking everything. It felt like eating and drinking too many sweet things is still not good.
Today I also met a kid who pulled out money and said, “This is my last money,” then ordered a milk tea. It was pretty abstract, and he casually spent more than ten yuan on a single drink. It’s hard to imagine, but at least it wasn’t like those phone watches that scan something from a distance. I remember when I was a child I used to buy spicy strips for one jiao each and soda for five or ten fen; those were junk, low-quality foods.
Does that mean I can freely take away any products I produce in the factory? Reclaim the surplus value, do you still endorse private property, and harbor fantasies about reform?
Why does this signify endorsement of the private ownership system? Private ownership means private possession of labor; this isn’t an improvement, it is also a means of class struggle. When tensions rise, not only production must be expropriated, but factories as well taken. Of course you can take away the products produced in the factory, but the problem is that in a capitalist society doing so serves no purpose other than selling scrap iron. In a socialist society, these products are also collectively owned by the workers, and not taking them lightly can allow them to play a greater role elsewhere.
I was thinking too one-sidedly. At this stage I only want to fight within the bourgeois legal system; if I confiscate my own produced goods at will, the authorities will find excuses to suppress me.
Depends on the objective situation. Milk tea stuff is inherently cheap to begin with. If you make it yourself to drink, no problem, not to mention that things that are scrapped still have to be discarded if not taken away.
If you casually take things, you’re bound to get attacked by the bourgeoisie. We also consider the situation: these fortunes were created by workers, and bubble tea is something we shake cup by cup; what we take isn’t stolen from capitalists. Drinking bubble tea or taking factory scrap depends on actual need. We’re taking these things not to treat them as capital to exploit others, so how can you say we endorse private property?
When packing on May 2, the sealant sticker was applied upside down, and the dog shop manager got very agitated, saying that if it was stuck wrong it would cost ten thousand. It scared me and I didn’t argue on the spot; indeed I still lack experience in class struggle, and when faced with such a small issue I couldn’t think of a countermeasure, so the situation became very passive. So shameful. I had no choice but to re-stick it, but for the past few days we’ve done it this way. I figured that customers probably wouldn’t care about this thing, so I just pretended and tidied up the current packing, without re-sticking the previous few. The dog shop manager didn’t seem to realize there were issues with the earlier packs. Then a coworker said she thought he had taught me the wrong method, because he had always stuck it like this before and hadn’t been told off by the dog shop manager. She also noticed another thing: after I got promoted, the other two coworkers started changing how they addressed me, beginning to call me by only the last two syllables of my name. It’s hard to keep a straight face; I don’t know what their mindset is.
Incredible: making a big deal out of a minor mistake, fining ten thousand is just nonsense, this dog shopkeeper suddenly gets worked up and starts talking nonsense.