Monday, December 20, 2010

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Bar Workers - An Italian story almost dry

(ripubblico questo post con qualche piccolo ritocco, nda)

Una volta, prendendo un caffè in un bar ho origliato involontariamente una interessante conversazione, per cui ho deciso di riportarla here so as I remember. Not every single syllable, of course. A talk about were two guys who could have from 25 to 35 years. Since I do not know their real names call them Cain and Abel, for convenience. For the record, it will also cover more colorful expressions but I must admit that I do not like at all.

Abel takes a sip of coffee and exclaims:
"I'm breaking my balls! If I have to pay the 15th of the month then I demand that the bank I did not arrive later than 17, but with currency at 15! You can not fuck, that I have to call every month because they have not got the money. I'm going to work every day on time. In time, understand? "
Cain finishes his sambuca and sucking a coffee bean answers
" You're right, Abel. It is a son of a bitch. I gave them to pay us money. I'd understand if it was in difficulties. Peròoo ... "
" Of course, too - Abel blames him - if there is to say something you always pull back and eventually I'm the jerk who always goes on ahead. There are only two and if I sing along to listen to power! Otherwise I always step to the subversive and the workhorse for you. "
Abel Cain looks a bit 'wrong and replication:
" I do not want to fight, I have a rent to pay, bills, a girlfriend ... "
" Yes, but do not understand, then. We're just two of us working for him, that if I say all you'll see that listened to us! What do we dismiss them both? It can not remain on foot. Besides, it's a matter of principle, justice, God! Do you understand? "
Justice, Abel ... me in the end matter what money I come and I see that shit as possible. Think of those who are worse. I mean, there are people who are not paid for months. Some go in layoffs and take their misery. "
" Hey Cain, I'll take a pittance even work. The problem is this: always think that might go peggio, che ci sono degli altri che stanno peggio, che il loro capo non li paga. Ma io voglio solo quello che mi spetta per legge. Io lavoro e voglio essere pagato. Io vado al lavoro nei giorni e nelle ore previste e voglio essere pagato nel giorno previsto. Salvo imprevisti, s'intende. E non dimentichiamo, non dimentichiamo che esiste anche la tortura, o la pena di morte, cosa facciamo, ci passiamo sopra perché ce ne sono dei più stronzi di così? Rinunciamo ai nostri diritti solo perché nel mondo ci sono i dittatori e i finti democrat...”
“Ascolta Abele, adesso stai andando off-topic. Io dico solo che non mi va di litigarci, punto. Se mi metto a discutere col capo di 'ste cose va a finire che lo mando affanculo e job goodbye, goodbye I have to go back home and my parents. "
" Fine your apology. So give it to him won. He knows that he can pay us so late. He knows he can pay us little that can make us a contract of shit and treat us like slaves. Have you read Bakunin? "
" No. "
" Whatever. We do not protest ever. He makes us a precarious contract with the minimum wage, we pay late and ask for a raise ... if not, what did you remember the courage to tell us? He said that if asked for an increase he closed cabin and puppets rather than give us e. .. "
" Oh I remember. He also said that out of the office had fila. Con la crisi che c'è...”
“Sai cosa ti dico Caino? Dobbiamo parlargli insieme, dirgli le cose in faccia. Lui fa così solo per metterci paura. Fidati, te lo dico io. Ha la fila fuori dall'ufficio...vedrai che se lo lasciamo a piedi una sola giornata, dico una sola giornata, dopo ci ascolta per forza.”
“No, io non voglio casini Abele, alla fine mi paga e va bene così, dai, anche tu...”
“Va bene, allora non mi rompere più le palle tutti i santi mesi, che mi chiedi 'ti è arrivato il bonifico?' Non ti lamentare più se prendi poco, se ti tratta male, se la tua vita è condizionata dal tuo contratto e se il tuo contratto è shit. Do not go by the unions to make you say that your contract sucks and then not conclude anything. Do not complain if the hours per year salary increase and decrease. Do not be a partner if you do then the game master. I alone can not do anything. You see? Fuck, we are here to argue among ourselves when we blame him. Can not you see? This is what he wants, that its employees are so desperate for a job not to claim even the smallest law. Unity is strength? Like hell. The division is strength, but his, not ours. And our need for our money kills any hope for change. It is a sad total and definitive, Cain. Do you realize? " Abel swallow the first sip of sambuca and a grimace of disgust on his face appears. I did not understand if it was due to the 40 degrees of sambuca or something else. Cain continues to mirror hidden in the cabinets of the bar straightening thick hair and blacks and no longer listens to him anymore. Abel looks at him with a mixture of pity and contempt. Cain turns abruptly, blushing because he realizes that while Abel was reflected was watching him. Then resumed the conversation to distract her from that habit discovered:
"You know what's up? What you did not want to work. You complain that you take a little but if there is to move your ass you know fatigue. That two balls here, that two of the balls. I do many more hours you and I'm not complaining ever. For this then your boss is evil. "
" Look here '- Abel addressed him - I do not care to work harder or take longer. Do not you understand? I just want what I deserve. I do not work to get a bigger car or television flatter, work to live and feel comfortable. But obviously we are on two different levels. And then? Eh? Where exactly do you propose to divide the hours worked are not sure you would be fine. Because you will have to pay the TV ellecidi, the rate of the stereo, the dinners at the restaurant, electronic gadgets (which do not even know how to use), the designer jeans, the crap your girlfriend, which are many, and so saying. I do not buy is that more and more I'm happy. You instead ... "
" What does my girlfriend now? "
" But yes, it's a bitch, you take the balls. And put the birthday of the Father, the baptism of his nephew, Miumiu jacket that 'can not miss is a leader in the wardrobe of a woman' [I have to say this to my girlfriend, nda], jewelry, handbags python, boots copal, the piessetre, the vu-i, the piessepi the aipad the aipod and all the shit that you buy every time. Then, perhaps, he resigned because quarrels with colleagues and meanwhile the idiot who work and pay is always calm and has no problems taking it in the ass the head! And gifts, gifts, exotic restaurant and a glass of wine in the center and make a lot of intellectual niuiorchese, Ikea once a month ... "
The conversation had shifted slightly and the sound was rising. I felt embarrassed for those two, among other things, were about my age. So I paid the bill and walked away. As I told a few days after the bartender, a dear friend, if those two gave it a thrashing. Perhaps, then, are taking a beer. I hope so.

The hope, if there is a hope, lies in Prole and their collective strength and potential, "wrote George Orwell in "1984", but the white building in the shape of a pyramid of the party were carved slogans. Then we know how that story turned out.




But another great strength
then explained his wings

words saying "all men are created equal" and
against kings and tyrants
the bomb exploded in the street
proletarian
the air and lit the torch of anarchy
(La Locomotive - Francesco Guccini)

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