There is a provocative diary on the rec list that inspired me to write a tweet this morning:
In the real world, #DonaldTrump couldn’t even make it as a dishwasher
Imagine if DJ lost his fortune, his reputation, and his brand. Imagine if he had to start over from scratch. Not just now, but at any age in his life.
I have. Several times in my life I’ve had to realign my career after a setback. I’ve washed dishes and delivered pizzas at an embarrassingly late age. Because I had to. I scrapped it out and started over. I’ve always subscribed to the notion that the cream rises to the top, that the hardest work is rewarded.
One personal anecdote describes this in action. The first year I set out from home I was living in Gunnison Colorado and obtained some day labor working for a local contractor named Lorenzo B. We were knocking out a stone exterior wall on a bar called The Alamo in order to install a picture window. It was hard work, standing on the second step of a ladder and swinging a sledgehammer. Each of the rocks were bigger than a loaf of bread, and firmly mortared. There was a temptation to ride the clock, just routinely swing at the wall making slow progress, but with about 50% more effort you could pop the rock out with about 4 swings, which I was doing. After about a half hour he stops me and he says, “You swing that hammer with sincerity, and you’ve earned a $2 raise.” That’s how I’ve made my way in life.
Getting back to the aforementioned diary, it’s doubtful that the Donald has ever had to “work” a day in his life. He wheels and deals, but take that away and what have you got? Campaign fundraising consists of calling people people you know (or don’t) and asking them to give you money. If you succeed it’s only after they’ve gotten their money’s worth of talk time with you, during which you placate them and supplicate them. It’s like crossing telemarketing with begging.
The Apprentice portrayed Trump as being the master of all skills but only in situations where he has total control. If he had to actually be someone’s employee, I doubt he could bend to acquiesce. I know he couldn’t do a crap job like wash dishes. He’d make it 20 minutes, the first 15 of which would be spent filling out paper work and the last 5 spend standing around watching the dishes piling up and waiting for someone else to step in.
Yeah, just imagine. Imagine if he was restaurant middle management. What a nightmare asshole he’d be to work for. So I wrote another tweet.
In the real world, if #DonaldTrump was a #restaurant manager, they'd always be short-staffed. [no pun intended]
Now I’m on a roll:
#InTheRealWorld if #DonaldTrump was a grocery bagger, expect to find all your eggs broken & raw meat juices soaking into your baguette.
#InTheRealWorld if #DonaldTrump had to mow your lawn, he'd take one pass at it and then refuse to admit that "he may have missed a spot."
I’m gonna be coming up with these for months.