Planes and pains

Unbelievable job, being a ramp agent. I'm at work right now bored since i'm done with my scheduled flights but i don't leave till 8 so i have time to kill and I have to say the way they run these planes like trains in and out non-stop, is crazy. if we dedicated the time and effort we put into shuffling tons of baggage here and there to something that actually matters like feeding starving people or curing diseases, we'd have all that shit solved today, at least that's what i tell myself. it's just ridiculous what lengths an airline is willing to go to to make the assloads of cash they make. It's a numbers game. spend x amount for y amount of profit and to hell with how many people might get run over on the way there...

like in india, they're even crazier. I'm complaining but those guys over there would cut off their right nut to be able to have my job i'm sure. they're insane over there, hell, everywhere. why not, right? why not get a bunch of bottom of the barrel scrubs to do work on a project that will net millions in profit for you. there's no downside to it. And such a practice continues to pay in the bucketfulls because there's ALWAYS somebody out there who's willing to work for next to nothing.

that's sad. if people were smarter they'd hold these companies by the balls and demand a fair wage. but nobody can organize people enough for that kind of shit. there's always some dumb fuck who'll try lifting a car with his bare hands for a measly dollar. It's our own fault really. There's nothing special about the people who own these huge corporations, got to stop thinking they're super humans, they're just people with lots of money. And when you have a lot of money, you can controll people's very lives, get them to work for pennies while you make the real money off their broken backs.

I do this not because I plan to do this till I'm in a grave, or desperate for money, I've always LOVED airplanes, to be in their pressence on a daily basis is a pleasure in itself. However, the way they're run like soulless pieces of tin foil with wings that carry crap from one place to another certainly de-mystifies them for me. It's such a money money money game, faster you shovel the shit from new york to moscow, the more money, stupid and unspectacular. I hope to pilot some day maybe, but hell it's starting to seem like even being a pilot isn't that special either. come on, it's like being a mini-astronaut for god's sake.